His slimy phallocentric conduct toward her
made it easier for him to avoid her–
An artistic manifesto that involved radical feminist themes,
an emergency departure from town,
Its shadow had become a parallelogram
and must unwind without chemical aid.
Breathe by her mattress at night
pretty and nubile wraithlike figure who glides through
up a private tree.
You let me room with you because you feel sorry for me,
God looks by all accounts to be pro-death.
The sun like a sneaky keyhole view of hell.
And these post-dream mornings are even worse if he wakes unalone,
that he disengage his head from the phylacteryish
bind of his mother’s disembodied head.
(from DFW Infinite Jest)