A new study suggests burning larch tree bark led to last week’s lunar capsizing event
A new study suggests Dada the cause of man reading Hamlet backwards in a panda mask
A new study suggests a sexually desperate jellyfish will try to mate with a lamp thrown into the ocean
A new study suggests the Transcendentalists were somnambulists on selective serotonin reuptake inhibitors
A new study suggests the domestication of sugar beets indirectly led to the genesis of me
When a new study suggests we go back to her place to examine each other’s independent variables
I nod and finish my drink
though I’ve read the new study which suggests you shouldn’t go home with data analysts you meet at bars
Mother told me I wouldn’t exist if it weren’t for a chance encounter at a country western saloon where a tiny sprocket ticks inside the heart of a mechanical bull
A study of my moving parts reveals I am not the minotaur though some days I wake up in the dark center of a maze
A new study suggests you can sleepwalk your way out of the labyrinth so long as you leave a phone number where you can be reached
A cursory study reveals beet juice and merlot are the closest synonyms for blood
That same study found no adequate synonyms for synonym
which lends the word a kind of sad ironical air
like a lovelorn priest who spends his Saturdays joining in holy matrimony everyone but himself
A new study suggests people who milk themselves dry for the benefit of others have on average more nipples than their counterparts
Confirming prior studies which found largesse is located on such and such chromosome
So I really shouldn’t fault my withholding father of whom it’s been said he could pinch a nickel until the minotaur shits
Because a new study suggests that it is good to allow our loved ones enough space to metamorphose
Because a great scientist of hell said that “space may produce new worlds”
A new study suggests that by the time we realize the new world has arrived we will be busy making newer ones
Where polyamorous priests minister moon milk to jellyfish through hydroelectric dugs
And our fathers bequeath us all of their gold
Though the handsomest man in his era, he wanted to be something immortal… .

Jordan Devereaux works as a librarian in NYC. His poems have appeared in Sugar House Review, Michigan Quarterly Review, Exacting Clam, Tilted House, and elsewhere.