Who needs cohesion when you have multimedia?

The last poem in the February issue of Poetry is a lovely one-sentence gem: “Song of the Egg” by Deborah Warren. I won’t reprint it in full but here are the first three lines as a teaser:

“If, when he looked, a prophet saw

within the egg’s imperfect O

a bantam little shadow– death

I miss our old car, which is probably the size of a television set by now. I miss its 11-gallon gas tank, impeccable turning radius, fold-down seats that extend the trunk space, and manual transmission.

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Bye bye again, lovable hunka junk.

And, here is a video of a kitten that I sort of know. It plays fetch. This clip is what her owner, Marie, refers to as “Extreme Fetch.”