24 October 2011

we have places to keep going with our bodies in the night


i did not expect to be interested but i am


i did not begin again i just began



to practice the art of staying in motion in a world that is always threatening to stun us into stasis


this is not a poem, this is a place with a train running through it



people should have a billion choices



what is the point beyond the act of pointing?



if you enjoy it you understand it



our default survival modes create awkward contradictions


i fell in love with you a little, but i'm sure that happens all the time


if this seems circular it's because it is



other people's (gertrude stein, joan retallack, my colleagues) words / my experiences / between decadent moments cops are kicking folks out from under overpasses

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