IN A PLAY WHAT HAPPENS DOES SOMETHING STAY IN YOU OR DOES THE HEALED CHILD EMERGE SIDEWISE FROM HER LIKE-LONG-LOST-LOVERS BOX OR SCREENED-IN-PORCH BODY DON'T COMPROMISE YOUR IMMUNITY FOR ME DON'T PEEL YOURSELF AWAY FROM THIS SCENE TOO EARLY OR TOO LATE WE SPRAY LONGLY TOWARD ANGULAR PASTS AND STORIES TOO-LONG-KNOWN NO LONGER A SHEER BLOUSE IN A FOREIGN PLACE WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER YOUR FACE SO LONG AS SHORTLY YOU GRAZE THE TEAT OF HEAT OR FORLORNLY AWAIT THE MOMENT OF JUST REALLY BEING TRUE TO YOURSELF.
1.
I once saw a woman doing Contact Improv, dancing, her young son like a scarf the way they wore each other. He would lay in the back behind the curtain, munching on pretzels, and rice cakes, regarding his iPad like a toy only vaguely alive––flowing forth with more curiosity than he can even yet call his.
A rise and fall tinged with emotion so total so as to no longer appear at all.
2.
“Observe your behavior,” I tell myself.
3.
At the end of the day we are all 27-year-old bags meticulously packed––with the kind of cantankerous candor acquired only with over time.
4.
I see my mom in an unhappy relationship with
my father
I think about my career and feel only
ambiguous
5.
An overflowing ashtray that is also a jar begs of you impossible things. As heat continues pointing that so-called-singular direction. “You’re killing yourself.” ––Did you say kindling? Because we do need more of that; fuck.
6.
What is everyone always screaming about. Why is it always? What.
7.
Don’t be afraid of anyone. Don’t dump your trash onto the sidewalk. Bad fucking karma.
8.
I thought I was on a path to true higher communication. I was trying to get hired by true communication. I needed a job bad.
Turns out it was actually only the path to communication that excites heat. “To change,” I would think. No page was ever empty enough for me then.
I grew to want the slow kind, the deliberate burn coating the inside of your palm. Not everyone has courage like the hands of a The City. I want everything ours to be mine too and hence-thus you and me could be I and you and me and you could be this and this. If we could bare this minimum, then I would cease my feckless decorating––opt instead for a well-counseled non sequitur meandering without loss of heat.
9.
SCIENCE IS OFTE
N TRUE
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