My intent is to get to work, not to run you down
on your bicycle.
My intent is to pay the rent, not
participate in your magic tricks.
You who had the misfortune to stand between me
& my intent, you are
an escarpment to me, not a destination.
Though I may drive many miles
hearing this screaming
under the belly of my car–
just the muffler, a piece of sheet metal–
some wire will fix it,
bound tight against the chassis, this chest. …”
–Michael Broek (an excerpt from The Logic of Yoo)