Chris Jackson The Sixteenth Box Man Joseph Cornell, Object (Hotel Theatricals by the Grandson of Monsieur Phot Sunday Afternoons), 1940 I spasm in my hand a little guilty then I give you four men leaning backwards palms pasted over their hearts’ cavities then four men falling backwards one almost touching his gun then four men bent forwards to touch toes one like a runner they’ve soft bums then three men lead ballerinas nobody moving a cumulative poison obtained by roasting quarantine this is death quarantine why always death the angel wrestling Jacob yes if art puts death in the box the fourth fourth man taken away by art yes you see the face of God you’ll live.   Issue #1