A tanka written by Lee Sonogan
The Beige Linoleum Floor Turned Into The Ocean, Crashed And Crashed Against Lotto’s Shins. He Sat Down. How Swiftly Things Spun. Two Minutes Ago He’d Been A Kid, Thinking About His Nintendo System, Worried About Asymptotes And Signs. Now He Was, Heavy, Adult – Lauren Groff
‘Leave luck to heaven’,
Root’s exponent rational,
Console table fairhaven.
All this home-computer gaming, Nintendo 64, PlayStation, now this Xbox thing, maybe I just want the boys to see what blowing aliens away was like in the olden days. – Thomas Pynchon