28 avril

In doing this we become more like him.

Which isn’t much of anything. 

Our hands like beetles curve into

form. Hmm much better. He will hum 

along like this. Clasping his right wrist

with his left hand. It’s a wonder how 

he gets his pants on every morning.

One bevel at a time. It’s almost 

underwhelming. Once he took the stage.

After each poem he read. His professor 

would read it over so the audience

wouldn’t miss anything. He gave 

his permission of course. He gives

his permission to anyone who asks. 

Here he comes now. Spelunking. Just ask.

He’ll answer. Here’s the cup of water 

you’ve placed me in. I have finally become

a straw. He nods enthusiastically.

20 janvier

Inching along

pushing along. Some

uncomplicated blue.

My battery fortified in my metallic bowels.

Or had the manufacturer fashioned

my cushions. For some simple violence.

The screeching of fresh duct tape. My metal feet

are becoming round again.

On breaking myself. My small wheel got stuck

between the train and the platform.

There was nothing else to say.

My glorious return to formlessness.

6 mars

Dear Xadi

We have captured something marvelous.

There I go again shitting up my words. Captured. No. Not at all.

It’s as if the eyes were closed. The back of the eyes. When glass breaks the sun

into her various frequencies. A language no. A time.

Aunt Rachel said she’d pray for my flu to pass. She had to go though.

They don’t let you talk on the phone during dialysis.

Dad already gave me the names of my ancestors. He emailed them to me.

Now I can’t find it. That’s how it be.

Weather etc. I’m on my way Xadi.