This is the first

thing I've started in awhile that I might like tomorrow.

Project begins with

So take
your time can, in time, mean
a meeting.


Weren’t you fit
to seize. Aren’t
you. Foaming

Spitting back up
what you came
from. For the dime

to land
you must unclench
your teeth.

Release each jaw
bone.



Well dreaming

Without ripping
what is night

Without tipping.


“You will pickle in time”


Awhile ago, man
in the mattress.

Without vinegar his pieces
split. Without brine.

Now nightmare
characters eat his bits, bite
him till he twitches

only a little.

Also

Anti-amusement park

Imaginary friends keep
knocking, ringing
the buzzer. I’ve buried
my hand

in the food processor.

In response to blood: gushing

The body stretches
to accommodate. And the green

line appears. The display
is what we’ve been missing

without. From blue to green to
what next. Pieces

removed, along
with the imprint

metal rod within
her pixilated thighs.

I think learning to write, for me, has been an exercise in avoidance. A practice in
blankness
angles
dodging

what to hide
how to make the plebeian
pleasantly unfamiliar(?)

how to fake love(?)while feeling it(?)

how to remove one half of anything.
which half.


I t

"words are history"

what is leading

"without it we know who we are"

not all of those s's

"she couldn't get comfortable without them"

without the s's?

"she couldn't get comfortable. suddenly there were landfills everywhere and nowhere for bones to go"

the way we eat is animal

"and I carried her. I could carry her."

we're cleanly cut

"without what"

without what we are cleanly cut.

I can't quit you...(blushes) even if I do bad things with you.

I'm not about to say I'm writing
to poetry there, though I am

Writing to Writing



There is, right now,one man
here, in this
coffee shop. No Yum Yum
Shoppe, too close to
close - without it couldn't we
disperse.

The ammo, kind of what to eat, or eating
us. They put the cookies

out. With bugs
and sun near churches.

Mistook a back
ery
for bakery
and This

for a bakery at all. What oven.

What squat figure
isn't early enough. Hasn't risen.
Is yeast.

We're never nearly rising
here, instead a shift or prism
instead of

smooth hands, kneading
kneading

I guess you can't be cool

just by trying to be. You're still gonna sweat, gonna get in some uncomfortable situations and say dumb things. Say things. Say "gawd".
Did anyone else read the babysitters' club? And Claudia would say "Oh Lord" or "oh my lord" or something and it was...edgy ?) She was...the artist ?) [I'm imagining Sarah saying those last bits.]
And...shoot...something else
Wine-? Work-? To-fries-? (umlaut there [plus chili powder])
Biscuits!!!
I purchased 10 aprons online today. I cannot wait until they get here(!!!)



Oh yes Oh Yes! Keep confusing sweat with sweet and/or vice versa.
The end/goodnight

Misses Amanda

Oh the first
bicker first then
what would Jesus say
now It Is

a little late
to be raining
to game about

practice

If anything’s a game of every ticking tocking gear shift twist how will we make a thing come
how will we make a tensing of muscles inorgasmic-incapable.
Culpable. Please take your Tussin. I’ll rub you
Maybe
You’ll rub me

If anything’s a game of parts of everything
and how to lock how greased up. Why shouldn’t that wall connect
To that once down the hall or over or under. Three arches.

A portion of chiming - what gets you. What gets you and grows. The moon is sometimes scheming, sometimes laughing. Mostly just moon.

Some sort of medicine you have.
To take with the curtains.
Take down. Down
is the out of this portion.

When you out-plug from the metal you’d been in - you tip. Tipping causes spinal somethings. Somethings on the spine are never good. Or hardly. Scrapes cause pain but not the spine. His arm is showing red and lines – has been rubbed - was raw already.