![Poem excerpt from '[50] Tin' by Tricia Dearborn in her collection 'Autobiochemistry' - Three times a day the machines grind to silence. While others seek coffee, sustenance, chat, I chain smoke in the toilet. Next year I’ll implode accompanied by image of a canary yellow vintage tin with label reading 'Albert Wijnberg Olie-import Zaandam'.](https://pbs.twimg.com/media/GKYW1Qpa8AAhCeh.jpg?name=small&format=webp)
ALT Poem excerpt from '[50] Tin' by Tricia Dearborn in her collection 'Autobiochemistry' - Three times a day the machines grind to silence. While others seek coffee, sustenance, chat, I chain smoke in the toilet. Next year I’ll implode accompanied by image of a canary yellow vintage tin with label reading 'Albert Wijnberg Olie-import Zaandam'.
![Poem excerpt from '[50] Tin' by Tricia Dearborn in her collection 'Autobiochemistry' - Three times a day the machines grind to silence. While others seek coffee, sustenance, chat, I chain smoke in the toilet. Next year I’ll implode accompanied by image of a canary yellow vintage tin with label reading 'Albert Wijnberg Olie-import Zaandam'.](https://pbs.twimg.com/media/GKYW1Qpa8AAhCeh.jpg?name=small&format=webp)
ALT Poem excerpt from '[50] Tin' by Tricia Dearborn in her collection 'Autobiochemistry' - Three times a day the machines grind to silence. While others seek coffee, sustenance, chat, I chain smoke in the toilet. Next year I’ll implode accompanied by image of a canary yellow vintage tin with label reading 'Albert Wijnberg Olie-import Zaandam'.

ALT In Defense of Nothing by Peter Gizzi I guess these trailers lined up in the lot off the highway will do. I guess that crooked eucalyptus tree also. I guess this highway will have to do and the cars and the people in them on their way. The present is always coming up to us, surrounding us. It's hard to imagine atoms, hard to imagine hydrogen & oxygen binding, it'll have to do. This sky with its macular clouds also and that electric tower to the left, one line broken free.

















