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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