"The latest journeymen are pornographers of scale." --Joyelle McSweeney, in Sentence 4


    "The Miles"

Roam the infinitesimal starry roads
Pilgrim, there is no place you can claim
isn't spinning madly, reft so soon;
isn't strange and scathing planetfall.

Then let these strangers honor you befitting
the custom of the land--they'll photograph
your disarranged and naked corpse, and cobble
a dozen witless rumors for the caption.


The Chinese Sonnet.