"The Algorithm"

anonymous ledger

makes money off my Shadow

the invisible Mother of Art

wrangled by ropes of binary

made visible in Mondrian ‘multiplicity’

intuitive, feeling, feral, elephant

turned circus act

that never forgets

to structure chaos is to kill potential

and this is the fourth consecutive 15-minute video

on fucking beetroot salads

but Recommended videos

are all my carnal vices

so I’ll stick to sourdough

I realize I philosophize when I get insecure

so let me start over …

my data

beetroot juice

on trembling fingertip

stains everything I’ve ever touched

try to scrub the evidence

until my fingers bleed

sins forgotten, never forgiven

I cannot outrun my Shadow

soon blood mingled beet juice

makes purple red

and red purple

at least Lady MacBeth knew

what stained what

raw fingertips numb

I sit and pound keys

and type This out

in hopes to feel again