There is an opioid epidemic entirely localized inside my new apartment, which is number 8 in my building (this will become relevant later, or may already be relevant, depending on what time zone you are in). There’s a drug addict sending me voice notes about Bataille’s “limit experience”, but he always says virtually the same thing, as though he is talking about it for the first time. He possibly has the memory of a goldfish and is discovering Bataille for the first time over and over again, hundreds of times a day. You can use AI to work out the maximum human doses of legal prescription medications. This isn’t medical advice, by the way, but it is something.
Tactical Surveillance Crab’s work has appeared in Do Not Submit, Spectra Poets, Loser Magazine and Commercially Viable. This poem originally appeared in Loser Magazine Volume IV.