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Bazooka, Night Watering, and Admonition for My Children

An aristocratic nature does not like to be constrained
to the fewest syllables. His subjects encompassed
gods and men and horses, all victorious.

Midsummer Zero

There is not not anything true here; there is not no thought
   whose single attention might burn as the day burns, holding
in flame and in fury to longing, or stuck to the nub
   of some one refusal, some stubborn remainder of thought.

My New Asshole

My new asshole’s official candy
is cola-flavored, fish-shaped.

Three Poems

Nonsite presents new poetry. Three prose poems by Michael Fried: “The Divergence,” “An Essay in Aesthetics,” and “Akhmatova Looks Up.”