Monthly Archives: March 2012

blue-tape name tags

i wanted to draw a picture of a bus
for you to bring home to madix

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kaya cheers
down b street
at her topographical genius

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gray air overhead
steel thighs pressing forward
a body in motion can hum

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just breakin’ some ice he says
outside the sideporch
notecard in hand
we laugh about looking like
we know what we are doing

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related to an unnamed phenoma:
same word
spoken in two separate rooms
of the 22nd street house
at the same time

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blue-tape name tags
it is impossible to show up
without wonder
at what we’ve built

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this is not quite feedback
but i’d like to offer my deep gratitude
and massive appreciation
and then we hook arms
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bikes is taken so i go with
brilliance and resilience
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how is it we talk about safer spaces
without even getting to assault
race oppression
sexism?
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wherein my appreciation for sectional couches
is re-inscribed
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the difference between queer and unqueer spaces
annunciated by a pair of hot pink pants
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alia and i
laughing on the couch like
this could take us somewhere
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after the advil i come
to understand the empty
space
as freedom

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dialect of the vicious

i switch seats so ami can soak in the
light blue + white
arched windows and open ceiling
mental noting
the color combination
for my next sunny room

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air channel above
water channel below
bobbing under the pacific flyaway

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travelling swallowing dramamine
chorus on loop
from 1990 til now

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unnamed phenomena #59348753:
the feeling (something like stupidity)
that arises when one points
to something we are supposed to see off in the distance
(a bird, deer, a landmark on a hill)
that our eyes never find

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nine miles out in pacific water
let go and lean in
wave rhythm

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in the middle of the mega-pod
wai’pio valley kind of gut punch
breathable joy
awe for blood
sacred punch to solar plexus
dialect of the vicious melt
of a 10,000 year old icebergs

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the difference
between mediocrity
and streams of light
we photo-sift sleepover
scalloped edges
baby buggies
view from a snowhorse in central park

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you offer me a half-chewed
loquat candy
liquid inside undoing you
the year-old gewürztraminer
unsipped in teacups

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back when flying was new world

extracting oranges from the secret kitchen
section and slice
while woodenspooning stovetop oats
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citrus blossoms in jacket pocket
denim and metal under fog burnoff
how we are woven
smell-based

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they ways you see/interact with the world
she says at the edge of a manicured sidewalk
venn diagram if there ever was one

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hold on the handrail at the
reflexology foot path
when the time-chimes peel
a fleet of masseuses
black-clad
courtyard spill

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free of worry
now that’s a goal
he says
i would add to that
free of pain also
coming from someone who was
diagnosed with arthritis in their teens

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selfish wishes
tossed into pacific
continuous vein through found rock

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from sandshore i study sets
the slush
attempt to identify rips
(as if ocean were fabric)
surfschool homework
in mentor’s absence

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from here i also do the tourist
shoes in hand
followed by yoga headstand
wetsuited surfers riding sky

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there is a word for the ocean and i
a kind of folding-in

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this song  somewhere between
the bulk aisle and coconut water
four lanes too far your departure
looming

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for thirty minutes in low light
we try to shake out all
but a few words that mean nothing

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silver crackling along the cord
(think metal, braided cable)
crown to sky and root-wrapped feet
variation of conduit
release rowboat from dock

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you say houston
and i say madonna bra
back when flying was new-world
and california too

 

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we could have perished

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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ribs of the city lift and fall

locust pose
half bow
low cobra
pigeon  (letting go of what no longer serves us)
yoga and heat
giving us back to our bodies

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we share a birmingham green
with two straws
in a window seat

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tight hugs in front slab sun
plus the gesture of a thin mint

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dear oldtown,
you may be an (over)glorification of colonialism
and a tourist trap
but your taffy
is incomparable
and i enjoyed posing in front of the cactus

creak of the mercantile floor
layered cotton costume
sound of the highway marking the border of this place and a good view
of the planes lowering themselves to tarmac

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badger balm
chocolate rocks
mini candles in mini tins
bins full of gems and stones
glittery pony stickers
25cent roll of smarties
nothing short of some alphabet
set in silver

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it is dark in the dark
but not unbearable
and in the un-seeing
sound
smell
touch
rise up

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we brought a blank check he says
previous to losing a bedazzle from a
self-embellished button-up

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cactus quill
poking out from finger
we stand staring

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i point west out rear window
at the top of juan street
to blue swath of horizon-line water

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straw-like stalk bits rising
to the surface of soaking lentils

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it might be fitting right now
she says
wall paint meets limb-paint the satisfaction
when shapes align
gotye’s got it

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remember the brontosauri retreat from writing?
she asks
in welches, oregon
salmon river hike
mt. hood looming
the island of scandal and
after-dark excursions to the churning river

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when no human
must die from the system failing them
that is dignity
i say
that is just
bell clang
cutting through kitchen din
regardless of varying positions
none of us can disagree
nor hold a candle
to this bright light streaming

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some things to know about the most powerful new moon:
courage
boldness
independence
vitality
confidence
honesty
strong insticts
authenticity
self-discovery
pioneering (sic) spirit
new beginnings
direct communication

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don’t swat at me like i’m a mosquito
she says
as i wave shiz away over my shoulder
us adorning the room
hanging laughter like holiday lights
there is no other way to say it
except cliche
it is the language of home
and it is so remarkable
how this city changes
when i am side by side
instead of skype-by-skype
or text-by-text
with an ally
and not just an ally but a kind of
sibling twin ‘other half’
how the sky expands
the ribs of the city lift and fall
evidence of another unnammed phenomeona:
how sometimes the presence of specific other humans
help bring us out
making us more ourselves
than we are

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the humility tour of 2012

storms roll in from the south/east
you should see this gathering sky
this mighty turbulence

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as kaya disassembles the kitchen for deep cleaning
we talk about what it means to fight for space
(as bikers in san diego)
and how those fightings can pile up
and sharpen each other
(as female socialized and identified in a patriarchal country)
(as queer in a heteronormative society)
and how this streetfight is so visceral
it left me breathless and rapping on an suv passenger window
at normal and university
to let the driver know
that her car-as-extension-of-body
almost killed me
and so i arrive
at the windblown market
defiant and shaking
a twist of the spigot
on the deep well of grief
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it is generally a good sign
when someone you tell about an oncoming sickness
asks what you are taking for it
a care-wrapped question

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we made it an internal agreement
she says
of the person with a truck and trailer
that looks almost identical to her

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past/present overlay:
last time we talked
you were sorting through your late grandma’s things
in a huge minnesota house
and now
after the leukemia
it’s marti’s near-mansion
where you sleep alone
heartbroken at the thought of disassembling her library

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the humility tour of 2012 with rockstar tendencies
unfolding like a time-lapse

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lead sinkers knotted  onto sentences
as if each line
were cast out over a still lake
reel spinning

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the unnameable varieties of absence
a compendium
including but not limited to the following entries:
1. death (but even then…)
2. body as husk
3. various ratios of in attendance and out to lunch
4. hand me that doorstop, will you kate?
5. failed circuit, clipped conduit
6. rockstar stagedives into parting crowd
7. a question of aura

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can you imagine
wingman says
tree houses in big sur with woodstoves in the same redwood grove
tin can phones strung back and forth

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the future is unwritten
you say
and i agree
but some people
have already been scripted

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unintentional ritual:
kaya and i split the last hard-boiled egg

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