Friends to lovers to friends

A traveler in my mind grimacing beneath the weight of a brain-filled skull. "To be treasured," I think.

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.

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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theater production, exhibition fabrication and installation, lighting design and engineering, sound design and engineering, audio production and recording, video production and broadcasting, special event and food production, parade and public event production, carpentry and welding, show-running and stage managing, costume design and styling, construction and demolition, contracts and insurance, theatrical rigging and scenic design, media and film production, art work fabrication and transportation and/or casting and performer management - including children and potentially (but rarely) animals.

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.)