But What I Have Lost Is Boxes... Poem by Barrett Watten

But what I have lost is boxes—specially labeled and full of my own content, at the far end of a warehouse of shelves of nondescript items.

In another section there is a stockpile of Critical Theory, including Adorno and Benjamin, along with some glossier literary magazines.

This is getting desperate and the new work routine in emergency conditions means that I may never be able to repossess my property.

Underneath the civil veneer are revealed various animals in mimetic costumes, ready to consummate perversions and lusts of evil nature.