: propiniquity

fall 

in sight, developed only along the edges,

like a polaroid left to cool in the dark

we squint truth

image

in thought, weightless

as words that we keep

saving. try to control
versions by editing along the way

in which iteration shall i keep you?
you working progression.

: when we talk, so much is in

the press

angles meet 

and corners of bodies
                               barter,

the gaze

pupils split

and corners of minds
                              delve,

the move

muscles seize 

and corners of souls

                             pang.

: see what you did there?

yesterday the air was hands

running through and across

loose wisps and 

lips-

a smile smiled over itself
leading soles to dance

the distance 
from here to where

you stood-

see what i did there?

the tip is just 
to invent bodies
on top of bodies-
and to pre-exist.

: found friends

Never too overcast to feel 
for the fuse--

Cow corn called out
in Loud purples; yes, cow corn & one clover 
atop a shoestring stem

   [ Look at how they breathe
                      better than We 
                               ever have ] 

though it was everything like running 
through a field of sneakers and skulls

How unsurprisingly the corn and clover came 
at once, while we 
so obviously
struggled.

: of course

everything fantastic looks simple
elemental value and i am attracted to your step
your stray hair, your belt
loop, the border that lines your
moving mouth, oh
it has always been ridges--
ridges & ridges & yours, especially,
that move me.

: I know you love Manhattan, but you ought to look up more often.*

There's a place where the air
is fresh and the water
is clean and the scenery
is green,
              Who likes this shit?
The competitive
hill climbers are thin like rails, but strong
              What is wrong with these people?

Meanwhile,

 the city's hung with flashlights!
the Ferry's unbuttoning its vest!

It's like a locomotive on the march, the season
      of distress and clarity

*F. O'Hara

: with a mighty expectation of relief *

we eat words
before sunrise
chop fresh and fill to the line—
and we number new feelings
after noon-time

then wait
that familiar 
wait.




*L. Cohen

: notes quotes 2014

you need to start dressing like more of a bitch

[in which we people-watch in central park]

when I think of old people having sex, I think about rustling leaves 

[in which we spend time in brooklyn]

Budweiser looks like the pee of a well-hydrated person 

[in which we find a dive bar to become regulars]

boobs are fancy 

[in which we break for lunch]

at least i didn't poop my pants ten miles from home 

[in which we discuss running problems]

i don't trust you as far as i can fuck you 

[in which we find ourselves out on the upper west side]

can we go to a Subway with a bar? 

[in which we decide we should have some dinner]

this morning i made appointments for the doctor, dentist, and eye doctor. 

most people spend years of their lives putting that off and then they die.

[in which we realize that saturday mornings are for adults]

: phrozen pen

I still taste syrupy flesh
of peach from late-morning Friday
in the Fall-- warm, white

Italian man in peak season at Union Square.

Fingerbreadths of ankles bare,
coffee carts and a fresh pressed

book against my thigh, I
have everything with me now--

But today I swallow the pit, step over frozen spit

force faith in the impending Thaw and thank

the man who put that peach in my right hand
and in my left: A New, Free, Pharma Pen