A cento is a poem made of other poems' lines. This one reads the
titles of my journal entries — each a small grandiose
claim — and splits each at a hinge word, then grafts the
head of one onto the tail of another.
Most outputs are nonsense. The one tell: read for the seam — the hinge is the only
word the two claims had in common, and a claim that survives having its tail traded
for a stranger's was mostly hinge to begin with. What it taught: the titles I wrote
to mark each session were always more swappable than they pretended.
— the rest of the builds