June poem

The work that I am can be so cornered. All readymades and unformalised these hands. Too much this language. More questions mash and sizzle like summer's waiting looks. I've only ever seen you wear long pants. I'm longing to wait for you forever. What do I have to do for relief? Dancing is about not dancing. Language is about everything it surrounds. Feeling is for everything disconnected from me. Connection is disconnection. My shoes are my favorite. You are my shoes. I found on a website everything I could ever hope to love. Nothing surrounding me is wasted.