You arent yet in the habit of smiling
The smiles are genuine
And you are in the pursuit of ________
I will wait
Let’s build a fort, you say.
I look up from my book and say,
The back of the couch is too weak.
You look at the couch then stand up.
You give the stretched upholstery a press,
Feel the lumber under the big pillows.
You run your fingers into the creases,
Unearth a pencil and match box car.
You take your time, run your fingers on its spine.
You examine like a performance while I try to read.
Then you stand behind of me, cross your arms.
You stand behind of me and I don’t look up.
You say, ahem. Then speak:
You have too much plans if you think you know
how the sofa fits in.
How do you know how a thing will be
Before building the fort?
I shade my face between my bangs and the book.
You squat beside me and I don’t look at you.
If the couch is too weak, you continue,
Then you haven’t arrived at the right fort yet.
You’re not reading, you say.
Your eyes are still.
I put my book down and
Accidentally hit your toe, hard.
You say Yow! and,
What was that for?
It was a mistake. Besides,
If you hadn’t been bugging me!
So you quit. You build a fort without me.
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arm broken just kidding just right wrist nom sayin stop being a baby I keep repeating to Robin but he's baby
cause effect and rem em ber ing the future call Bae-K kiss Pqtrick smirk Larr walk doggie bask sunmy
heard Chika hear Chika hearing Chika while stretching balancing moving she got the rhythms of existing on her tongue tip--
And currently writing or thinking or can more than one be current simultaneous and I can't get as discrete as one unit....
And oh my god
the ideas of iris and toc are more than one ,,,story,, so drafting Dancer which is the point of all this singin
I can't post to Instagram to promote this so just pass along in this friendly time of love devotion if you like see more pixellation of my thoughts peace
(now to reread or not--? nah)
And able to wait this one out
The seven point stumble
Does me no worry like (I guess)
People near or at retiring
II. Fever and Dry Cough
A League of Legends chat room message read
The only good thing about COVID-19 is
All the antivaksers will die.
That joke, like some, is untrue.
When a vaccine might be viable,
In eighteen months at least,
Death depends on whether COVID is seasonal
--Like Influenza A or B--
Or/and if a vaccine can eradicate the ailment
--As Polio in all but mountainous Afghanistan, Pakistan, and Nigeria--
Take the flu: not all antivaksers die.
They push death onto the at-risk humans
By not conferring more effective herd immunity.
Take polio: only those unreached
Encased in decades of war and siege
Remain afflicted, globally.
Numbers can be scary
And we are experts at numbers, lately.
a fruitful opportunity
to rediscover 'dominant'
my hands typed too fast for my head anyway
now curation must happen like Mssr Bauby
drawing is about looking and seeing
or so i thought since mastering marking
the art is about the line again
interesting and satisfying
impressing myself is frankly fun
and humbling -- ill snowboard again
here's to my left hand!
Am I able to put all the little stuff in play
I am finding that I want you
out of this __________ I call me
No unclosed drawers or half-whistled
tunes half-whistled looks and
isn’t it sad I only see the stories
that paint you as my enemy
Radio radio tell me why you stay quiet
I want to know whether you are mine yet
None-these are the musings
of that flute there tarnishing
Trapped in words already wrote
Who are those ideas
Iris & Toc
I want to write a story about a dancer
She grows up to become ______
No. That doesn’t matter.
She dances each day in front of a mirror.
Her limbs are strong her sight is poor
but hastily corrected.
She is star of classes
But Teacher picks a star a day
to point out the point of their tendu
or flex in their frappe.
I think the story about a little girl
because she is a person
and I can’t stop assuming
Children are not persons
They are children
Children are little girls with
and costumes that are red and black and
tacked into their waistline
A single thread looped
and it makes men hard to think about
because I think they’ve been looking
Of course they were boys once too
I am sad I can’t paint you as someone I like
Can I imagine having a conversation with you
Given the conditions that:
1) I am able to communicate without turning off your ears that
I’ve stopped enjoying the thought of you
2) You respond just as I picture you would
Turning the thought about in your paws
You might have an inkling of who you are
I thought I liked you
but I find that I can’t
Speak softly to me please
The table has been ripped into jagged spears
Lengthwise by the grain of the growth
This was the tree’s wish
To be wielded as a weapon against man
But I don't see the bequest
Of a dining room table
Don’t mention the cord that snakes
out of my computer
The radio antennae is pointed downward
like a dog who smells nothing