This year's Anxiety award goes to
twin experiments' harem
in the genes, the Leirisian mock-castration --
the I returns alone, once again lacking
in independence -- or exuberance, that
disingenuousness before the collective learns
to smell verbatim vogueing hard-on college
mastery Booted up ratiocinative do-gooding:
how many species of animals know date-rape? --
the kooky of control summarizing the self-
cannibalization now that Expression is
already Commodified --
alibi works overhead