But I digress,
disappearing again into the river.
to an ear
This is a state of emergency
running out of fuel—
in circles past the line of commemorative
applause, association getting older
and gerunds loosening
their ironic ties
their ears’ Dali’s
holding fruit baskets to the painting’s
of a lily I found
needing me back
The cloister as a midpoint tells me
the world is temporary.
I have a mind like a steel trap
jammed on fog
Open, I don’t see
just the day harshly inviting in a substitution
I would partake in my joy
would adamance vacate
the professorship. I’m saying it all exists beyond the sphere:
logic confirms what sound suspects
In a dream some remark halves
like the grass we pick at,
mindlessly vociferous. We conspire, asleep.
The trauma floats
in the visual field canonically
misled—none of it was a choice,
I was negotiating
terms of survival with the version
it says, correcting me—it’s highly
educated and self-
and all this bread is still uneaten
She kept handing me microscopic cookies
where food was forbidden,
winking at the walls
This will undo everything, I’m convinced,
what stakes there are in monochrome:
records of recurrence.
I saw sarcasm in one,
active peeling in another,
my perceiving in both the shimmer
wire against the vent,
the humidifier doing its
and the pillar it leans on.
I walk into a whole
room, thinking it’s a reflection
of this one and lose her,
half the day
behind a curtain
I feel like we had different mothers.
leans into the cave thinking this could be it,
A figure tasked
or be hunted
chooses freely to run through a field.
The complaint it was all push
and no envelope
came from everywhere in the field
surrounding its choice.
Cars pull in wet
from where it’s already raining.