intentions cast out
from a disintegrating mat:
rapture
connectivity
focus
_______
for lunch i devour eileen myles’s sorry tree
noting dutifully
in the margins
followed by couchcurled nap
_______
man calls out to me
across the parking lot
in a way i’m sure he wouldn’t
if i wore jeans instead of a skirt
_______
over and out agent F
felipe says as rain
releases itself
_______
it’s rainbow weather
rainbow sky time
i say
pointing across the street to
near-neon leaves
buzzing against silver-gray
_______
the sun
it’s not a breaking through the clouds
but rather a
layer of cloud broken off
by the impact of light
_______
ready, ferlinghetti?
he asks
_______
and then
this song
on the radio
nothing else like it then
nor no
_______
wish i had my camera
i say
which i don’t really mean because
infusing ourselves with broke-open rapture/sky
is more important
than owning it
_______
f and c looked and didn’t look
blood is so bright
when it first leaves the body
spread/slipped all down the passenger side
smashed window white door
try to shake it by
getting back
to the rainbows
i register it
as a half dream
_______
i like the look of
lit-up sidewalk flower stands
something oldworld something
global south something about blooms
and bright light amongst
pedestrians passing
WE HAVE LILACS
posted in all caps
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christina tells me about goethe
while we wait in
street-side chairs
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back home i want
to walk around the block want
to leave flowers
for the blood
