The circle forms only as it comes to close. Remind me to breathe and not keep you trapped in my own lungs. There are so many stars. Show me how to navigate this sky when breadcrumbs are bluegills are all know of home.
Her name was Ahhna. She had braces. The same stethoscope as me. Blue scrubs. She said, this is when you speak.listen.find peace. I thanked her. And now regret everything I have done since then because I want a do over. Again, again, again.
Bending narrative like spoons in the matrix. I travel well in my conjecture machine. Stacking cans, saving pennies Just another bankrupt belly up weekend for the shaming.
What is it with Fins? Slits of flesh swimming; breathing? How is any of it right? Well, it’s not. It gets much worse. As it seems... or was. It’s awful, trying to translate what oxygen does.
I’ve disassociated with what it means to really know any one. I could pull the plug at any time. Is it your plug or is it mine? Witness/es? Aretha is in wardrobe. The commercials are perforated, Follow the dotted line. Easy.
it wasn't like language was useful following breadcrumbs into your right lung. i waited to be breathed out something different less prone to clutter and platitudes. its just not the same now that you've been plugged into that machine.
Light leans into the house the way a fat cat stretches itself out after sleep. Slow, then suddenly everything is alive. I can show you where the squirrels have climbed the sunflower stalks, harvesting seeds before the goldfinches return. Slow, upside down. The way summer ends.
One time I read this book that explained exactly where I need to make precise changes in order to achieve different results. I always remember that book when I am making the same choices. Makes no difference.