ladies’ monster
by ramakrishnan parthasarathy.

from where I come from
they hold a hand
over
the right glass
and peer through tradition
at a girl
to later ask
for classical forms
to which she,
in turn,
would
just stare
at her sign-language expert
and parent
taking
their own turns at burning
the front door.

I would myself ask the saleable:
How are synthetical judgments a priori possible?

And this is exactly
the reason
for Kant and I
to not have
the requisite magnetism.