The financial sector

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A city of dust, some radicals across the way. I want to know more about a slit and a hole. I enter into this circulatory system. Two boys remove their seatbelts to pummel one another. No shortening and no lessening. It follows that the goal of our economic system is the unhappiness of society. One grabs his mother’s hair and yanks. How do we measure unhappiness? We find it in the breasts of women, which must be systematically lopped off like so much meat. I hope I have made you / very happy writes a daughter to her mother. A lamp reflected in a window is an adequate metaphor here. Is this normal, we ask a professional? No, this is not normal. But if nodes must return than nodes must return. Waking up every morning with a slight nausea. There’s much I do not understand about the collapse of the financial sector. Suffer the living, but also the dead. I must apologize to my son and later to my daughters. We are trying to live in a house as if we were not the financial sector. As if we too were lopped off.

Julie Carr’s most recent book is Objects from a Borrowed Confession. Real Life: An Installation will be out next year. She lives in Denver.

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