Nothing I can say about this one will adequately prepare you for what a weird piece of writing this is.
. . . Except maybe the fact that I wrote it for a poetry slam at Sarah Lawrence College in the spring of 1999, and “performed” it by putting the pages inside the biggest, oldest-looking book I could find in the library, and read to the (pretty large) audience as if reading from some ancient tome.
Anyway, beside that, there’s nothing I can really say. Here’s the poem: