An unlikely story with art by Kato Jaworski
By Kato Jaworski An unlikely story Could I dismantle my stake in progress? Delete a few of the novelty apps from my iPhone? Stop using GPS? Postpone texting while I’m on the crapper? Can I leave the net, go mobilephoneless? Can I store a dead laptop in burlap? Without my computer, will there be lunch? I’ll work at home, schedule a midday nap. I’ll free the old well and muck out the sludge. I will be thirsty. I will be a mess. Where can I walk when the Honda won’t budge? Can I rest long nights in February? I’ll make my own music on wires and jugs. I’ll stitch my own wounds, meet pain’s ecstasies, and make a storied storehouse of my lap. In summer only I’d eat ripe cherries, and hang The Apple back upon The Tree.