Fourteen

Fourteen years ago I found myself longing along rolling fourteen times long

I was so fourteen for you longly rolling down and up

Fourteen arms sweep around and toward I used my time unwisely at fourteen 

I was always forging and falling, falling and floundering and forking

I was so many fourteen ways
Fortune eluded me in those days
No but for real. When I was fourteen I had two arms I had nothing
I had nothing and two arms
Told to me two ways told to see too
Told to me free
No you just fourteen ways to stand up and fourteen ways to use my arms and legs
Fourteen ways to fall

Fourteen ways to feel  
I felt fourteen one time
I felt fourteen one times

I felt fourteen that one time as I grabbed for something fourteen years old

Something of fourteen untold for now is fourteen yet
Fourteen ways to travel across seeing
Fourteen ways to hold my foot in my hand
Fourteen ways to serve.
Fourteen and fourteen is
To put my hands together and move my legs is fourteen
Fourteen ways to move my arms and legs without moving my upper thighs
Fourteen ways to balance on

With

Giving voice to the inner voice, the one you hear all the time. The first time you hear it you see something immaterial.

When I'm talking I'm someone else. I'm who I'm talking to. When I'm hyper aware that's really just aware.

When I'm with you I'm with you with me. When I'm with you I'm with me. With you though. Despite you I'm with me.

I'm myself like we identify with our feet our hands. I'm myself when I'm trying to do something.

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Clara Clara

Weathering steel

Two identical conical sections inverted relative to each other 
One: 12 ft. (3.7 m) high x 109 ft. (33.2 m) along the chord x 2 inches (5.1 cm) thick 
One: 12 ft. (3.7 m) high x 107 ft. 10 inches (32.8 m) along the chord x 2 inches (5.1 cm) thick

Trisha Brown

Changing temperature meeting the skin that tells no lies Her feet find the softening earth

My feet find the softening earth 

Earth softens under feet particular to no one, ours in that special way 

(18-20 raving goddesses swat the space of themselves amid a room whose history is 30% a green staircase. “Bring yourself in,” I think. The artists are home.)

April 11

As she goes through heartbreak
I watch myself relive ours. A
Small (nearly imperceptible)
Canvas curtains my torn mind.
My spiraling mind, full of
Text, deigns to empty on a
Trodden doorstep: All astroturf
And blue my heart of plastic
Proportion. I remember small
Moments huge. You're nowhere and
It's unceasingly intimate. I
Met your mother. He helps his
Mother. I ignore mine. Something
So subtle calls to me, wanting.
I leave my claw marks in your
Dusty mirror. You wipe me down.
We are orange and then silver.
"If I sit still long enough,
A poem will emerge," I think.
I can't stop watching myself,
Tipping my hat to reality. In
My peripheral vision everything
Smells like speed. It's almost
Too simple. I remember your
Simple way and I feel grateful.
The wordless pursuit of a body in
Time will never cease to
Grip me. My eyes are a
Small canvas. No sprawling
Moments. One sculpture for
A face—the one I can never
See. I'm finding a word in a
City, trying for generosity. As
Syntax is encountered so too
Do we course on. A river cannot
Be stagnant, else it's moving
Backwards. Only forward. Back
And up to go forward and out.
I get so tired and I keep
Walking. I give up for a
Moment before stopping that.
I stop so I can move. You
Move. I go. It's too much for a
Spell. Then something is
Published and the future
Opens before me. "Missing you"
Is a state I've had to know,
Much like a family. I've meant
To tell you I think we have
Shared values but you're
Ceasing to be an object.
Just in my hands: this time.
You slide through. A small
Canvas. A burgeoning bookshelf.
I charge myself. You lay asleep
To my side in my mind. I am
Myriad things. I say hello. You say
Hello. You opt for a route I hadn't
Even noticed. I see things about you
As we reveal further each other.

Birthday poem

Forty times long my love
Everything learns everything
A sloped line loves orgasming
Line that hat's way different
She loves his loves and he loves
She so I go the way bristly
And gray exhausted late and
Protruding I move for in a
Non-cab with my on top of mom
Who bought the ticket and
All the food she's leaving
And hope the performance I
Make at the place builds down
Across the room away closed
Or no one will save you
Either powerful camera's bore
Up aging nostrils into my brain
And practice eludes me you're in
The place doing the thing I'm in
No fit place to be this alone
And swagged out screaming
Dogs share this built-down
Space does no one really have
Time for me? "No one cares
About me," I think. My mom
Got her uterus removed last
Month. My first home. I
Felt tears when I talked about
Him. For knows reason. When
Nothing works something works.
We all sit with the fabric of
Our shirts touching. "I won't move
For you." I'm doing the things
I don't know how to do as a
Way to retrain the habitual
Old women who spin the loom 
Of my mind. No lunch
Breaks. You wish for a studio
Apartment and a job you love
For your birthday, those things
The status of which a wish
Becomes. All their own, and
Really it'll all either be ok
Or not ok, you know. The
Rides longness crashed into
The trio's ethnicity in strapped
Tides, waves of leather exhaus-
Tion. Another time is
Fucking fake like an
RSVP or museum merch or
White people or assistants.
Your life is everything you
Can see. You're doing fine.
You are loved. You are walking
With. You are toward. No-
Thing is wrong except
Those things you think
Wrongness of. You are around.
Everyone is still in love with you,
You altruistic heartbreaker.
You love I. I love you.