ANGEL, Brian Ng

"Wait, they don’t love you like I love you, what
Fidelity scales logarithmically with inference time yet
Leaving no stones unturned guarantee that time is wasted,
Wait, there are words that work, and words that are put to work
Filler (“Ah, delving into this tapestry, are we,”) to minimize loss
Wait, the tragedy of slow self-fascination, picking out sake
In Industry City with arm strength as stopping criterion
Wanting spirits to enforce, and my ending is despair
Unless relieved by prayer that the R train finally arrives
Or that the local structure of a visceral pleasure buttresses
The will to resist a broader system of devastation, sharpens
My claims on a world to come, wait, surely just participates in
Said system, I mean that a steak’s “doneness” is pure ideology"

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ANGEL, Brian Ng.
31pp. 5.5" x 5.5", saddle stapled.
Covers printed on Mohawk Granite Fiber coverstock, interiors printed on Mohawk natural fiber text weight paper. Risograph printing done by Cosmic Doghouse Press, "Kingston, NY." Printed and assembled in "Kingston, New York,” the unceded and occupied lands of the Haudenosaunee, Mohican, Munsee Lenape, and Schaghticoke tribes. First printing, edition of 150. Designed by The Aliens.