Elliptical
Breathing is hard inside my life …
My essay is about sound is really about pain …
The possibility of societal crumbling, then …
Even at age six I worried the well of original song topics would run dry …
That the future would flail to a selfsame sound …
They’re gonna put a bomb in the middle of our garden …
At the grocery, a sign asks me to Give to future babies …
But I can’t even live inside one zygotic line …
To admit I’m even a bit obsessed with one thing …
Obsession is excessive (and exclusive) …
So I set the trap for myself at the end of the field …
Run to it like a clueless like a clamp …
It’s not lost on me …
My heartbeat law is: I don’t like when my heart palps …
A round and yellow little leap …
I give the fear to myself, tenderly …
Drawn into the obligate garden …
Graceful as a DVD menu song on loop in the clinic waiting area …
They said I was a lossless file …
Jolting out jolting in …
Phone trilling underwater …
Nothing surprising: an action menu …
Listen carefully because your options have changed!
