subtlethe years sit lightly on subtlety. yet,
these subtitles remain- throttling
air with a concealed grin. and they
to veil their knives in toilet rolls- so
that when they cut, slice, incise-
it rushes beyond the lower part
of our screens-
our lines of visions-
in clumsy chunks of white;
leaving me to wonder; why
we need you: mister subtitles.
cuRRent...jer