gasping he was aghast at the gaping maw that had become the face of his best friend
best friends don’t last for more than that
more than a few days
best to know right off the bat
best to not get too close
best bet
it was gripping at best
it all was
nothing that was divisible
fridays are not for friends like that
acquaintances and chance encounters
maybe
but not on just any day of the week
sorting out the sort of people that’ll wreck your life
good til the last drop
untying the sisal of unity from the workers
debriefing the garbage men
weddings of pleases and i-do-nots
call it bountiful
call it dudgeon
call it a way of girding
paul revere rode a horse
beds are useless without pillows
better best not be bested at love
purling was the sound that seemed to suit best
because alabama doesn’t own the stars
because tea time wasn’t allowed
because the gloriettes are coming a tumbling down
action is ambivalent
at best
articulate what says what it is saying at the says so of said again
try to eschew what I do to you
good luck
trying
often is not enough
spying would count double
against this speaking
this way of talking
this is just to say
what’s been said already
eviscerate the dot and the dash
the binary of the logomachy of the matter
of speaking
well of
just getting used to the way we breathe
(*q.v. David Foster Wallace's Infinite Jest, pg. 108)