Intent

Glass on glass, shot drops into pint, and there it is: atmospheric storm on some

outer planet, or what was called one, could still be should we choose to classify

bodies by what we know about recoil. Some errors are just a way of being

right. No matter the parts, we are in a system. I’m talking to a scholar who says

she studies what it means to intend to do something. I know a bit about this, how

the future is a condition we live with now. Checklist of symptoms in my wallet:

inability to tunnel vision, phantom carpal tunnel, conjectural carpe diem.

I ask whether anything but a feeling could be more than a feeling. She says: No

regrets for what you haven’t seen. Says: Be the ghost you want to see in the machine.