I know my better selves exist because sometimes they strike out blindly and sometimes they say, Look what you made me do. If it's not synchrony then it's simultaneity. If it's not instantaneous then it's a process hence carcinogenic. Who was that masked man? How great-American the novel that spans twenty thousand generations! Willows wallowing in detail detail red-eye flights to light the Gadsden flag of currency the double Doppler shift the adding and subtracting of the masses. A corpse flower by another name would reek as sweet. The hula hoop is tangent to one or more torsos. As the natural loves no vacuum so three-legged tables tip. What is more likely, fantasy or fiction? — HEIKKI HUOTARI
Heikki Huotari attended a one-room school and spent summers on a forest-fire lookout tower. Since retiring from academia/mathematics he has published poems in numerous journals and in five poetry collections. His manuscript, To Justify The Butterfly, won second prize, and publication, in the 2022 James Tate Chapbook Competition.