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Constrained Cat and Cow. 8/19/20
Playing Twister Alone During The Pandemic, 8/19/2020
Me and Puppet Me Climb A Rope, Sit Down, Stand Up
8.17.20
character study 8/20
none but myself may have the will catch
two puppies, and devour each, limb from limb.
a feast won square by my firm hand.
each day, i would sit her down in the car beside me
and the turning point came. opening night, last
minute hurry and i am it. a replacement for time.
the seat itself would steam, smolder and honey.
in the evening i would drive her to her place
and come home with these big shoulders. which i throw down, a great crash. shut that cave up.
the doorframe pursed lips. my shoulders, so big.
“FOR GOOD NEWS’ SAKE”
What stretches all morning to land on the earth with a soft thud?
Standing low enough to hold hard and with such open thirst for the soil. To land on the earth with a soft thud?
Can’t get laid no wonder with such open thirst for the soil. A purist’s attitude can’t get laid no wonder “can’t remember the last time” is a purist’s attitude.
I’d cling to anything with enough abandon! “Can’t remember the last time” is
to completely give up on cool. As if I’d cling to anything with enough abandon to get a good grip.
Oly
I met him the year language stretched me. Read and taut and blinking up at a form, hidden in backlight by the burnt-down sauerkraut factory.
So long ago, now. It wasn’t him I wanted, but his memory for detail, my father in reverse. Or, it wasn’t that I wanted him, but that I lost him.
Summer was for losing things. Neck out the car window, staggering with burn feet towards shade. It’s not him, just that I’m finally older.
And the new looseness of words. They flap around now,
so clumsy in the sun.
LOOK AT YOURSELF AND PRETEND YOU ARE ME LOOKING AT MYSELF
11.28.2018