There is no number one. This makes me feel better. That’s part of the mystery. Punished children have their heads replaced by apples. A sacrilegious saint puffs a Lucky Strike in benediction over a nude torso. Nasty stains of every imaginable kind, the memorabilia of a still-living age, constitute another wing of the museum. If you stare, the blood-stained figure stares back, daring you to ask what it’s like to be Googled. You turn your face away, and through the window, glimpse debris—a small empty flowerpot, an erection lasting longer than four hours, used DVDs, Vienna during the Nazi period, those kinds of things. Suddenly you’re doing something else, afraid to even go to sleep due to overwhelming fear of waking up.
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Howie Good is a poet whose latest volume is The Complete Absence of Twilight (2014) from MadHat Press. He has several poetry books forthcoming, including Fugitive Pieces (Right Hand Press) and Buddha & Co (Plain Wrap Press).