follows–search of a restaurant, shop, dentist, errand, a new take on an old city, chooses very carefully a target and allows herself to be held astray, with seeming purpose, seeming direction, borrowed intention, as good as any other
Category: poetry
shies away from insects, forgetting all politics and ideology–the smaller the more insidious the faster the more fearsome–a fifty-gallon garbage can for a milligram of sect
receives little knowledge and a big dent–running, a citywide theme, perhaps what they meant, joggers as petty criminals in training–and arson–and run–blue paint, gasoline two on the same planet, somewhere not far at all where everyone, men and women, yes, you, can run topless in the streets
follows a path carved by the things she picks up from the ground, follows it towards the ground and then back again, finally her eyes res upon and are a secured by a funny light out there, as if she still had a need for that king of out–encounters a tree at just the right […]
is given an entrance to a new residence, replete with instructions on locking the door from the inside out and again, so as not to get followed in by the burglar, said burglar whose high inclination for entry, unforced or no, drives her promptly out the next morning to the safety of the street
learns by watching the defragmentation process: in order to maximize moments of pleasure against moments of work, place cherry in mouth and immediately spit out the seed. Followed by a slight softening of the mouth, of course no one can notice this, but a softening, ease of chewing, a longer pleasure. On more patient and […]
participates willingly in an eating contest against a man quite large for her size. At the crux of the contest, whispers through her left shoulder that she couldn’t possibly eat another bite. This is not what is repeated to the rest of the crowd, including the opponent, and how it is, always, often, the breach […]
