Ben Lerner - [What, if not the derivative, will keep us warm?] lyrics

What, if not the derivative, will keep us warm? The tragic interchangeability of nouns? The breastbone? Two vanguards sharing a bathroom? When I first found the subjunctive, she was broke and bu*t-naked Now she wants half. She wants her own set of keys And bullets designed to expand on impact A pamphlet of sparks? The National Book Award? Meaning is a child of my third marriage. A marriage of convenience A wartime marriage. We had plastic champagne flutes and no champagne A staple instead of a ring. A dialectician in place of a priest A bu*ter substitute? Rogaine for women? Consider the rain my resignation. I regret having founded Cubism I regret the lines I broke by the eye And the lines I broke by the breath The hair around the vulva? Proust in translation? September 11th?