As with Cecilia Vicuña's basuritas, there's a lingering question of reception and its recycling. Who is this for? Why is this for? What event has a poem in an environment of strife? It's a matter of mat(t)er, of mothering the material of a poetry. Or: making-material poetry in the world, literally, a poem used in the compost, a poem returning itself to the soil, a poem returning itself to the soil of human happenstance--in a coffee shop, in a library book. Recyclepoems appear, or they disappear with small notice, or they never appear, or they manifest the minutest of ripples. They are small poems, sometimes found poems, sometimes original poems, sometimes image-as-poems, sometimes blankness-as-poems. They are printed on small pieces of paper and appear in unexpected places. They are unannounced. They are maybe like a fortune cookie poetics.