i just go with my thoughts
i can't believe however
how well the child articulates
we are a strange illustration
innocuous really
and blankety
if you dust a lamp
notice it gets brighter,
the room?
i have a small desk and
inside it is a razor
and a crayon
and a key
and a book
we wrote together
(stupid author)
("stupid book")
i respond
give me pages to eat
so i shred art
star text kisses
you dumb love
who cares?
anna she frees me
i can feel myself
inching
legs to the future
legs go
i can feel myself inching
to remember left thought
and every ethic
so let's go
so let's
identify me
in a surge of everyone
i find myself unneeded
but you can argue
i have a face
i find myself best served
on an alone walk
it feels so sad
but alisa made sad ok
and it feels so special
and special was always
significant
i want to walk unnumbered
miles with anna
can i give more?
no can i give
differently?
anna,
let me show you
how much the air
loves to keep you alive
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