Reader's Digest, "Untitled Interview"

Jordan Kaye

Reader’s Digest

I used to do stuff,
I forgot to have fun, though.

Fun, as it was,
did not bother me much-
not as nearly as its lacking.

Its lacking, lacking, lacking,
yet longing lethargic impulses
prescribe a failure, hacking
away and the- bits of
dignified little me pieces
hail toward the ground,
with a smacking, hacking,
finality.

Loss of nothing and nothing more,
yet longing lethargic impulses
prescribe a better future for skin and bones,
twice as good as once before.








This is very rough and unedited... Reminds me of a mix between a Zen Teacher ans student's Koan exchange and something Ashbery. Please comment if so compelled!!




How do you want your yawn to sound?

Like, you know, something that's good, that just speaks and sounds exactly like how you want the audience to perceive what you're saying.


How do you want your breath to sound?

I would say like a screw being fitfully passed over a sea- weathered pane of glass.

How exactly does that sound?

Ssscrrreetchawath, wreth, erth, hask.

Take that and pitch shift whatever aural construction swiftly situated itself in the space betwixt your eyes—where you can feel the input from both ears meet in middle.


And just why do you?

Why do I what?


Why do you persist on insisting upon saying, doing, thinking in the precise way in which you do? Why does your (mind) feel so very safe with whichever operation is proceeding right now, sir, just why are you so safe?
What, why, I, do, just I know not.
I, me, yours knows a lot less than
she said.
Less than that’s what she said would be
a whole lot more dignified,
not to mention its initially taut moral
furnishings in a withering,
worn idiomatic wilderness.

Ok then.