call a marxist

your artistic enclave is a farce
call the marxists!
tear down the temple of silence
then the temple of dreams
name several unknowable truths:
how many airplanes are
at least currently hypothetical
which foot penetrates the sock first
why we are still making rules about art
while our generation turns to glass
how many half-husbands
form one I Love You
on the phone my mom cries wine
another day of forming sentences
flip the record of my life
then flip it again

       

—sunny