by
love we meant closeness but not dear life into some eternal monogamy. but
something convenient something like a nightstand something cozy, comfortable,
but lenient, where shackles are never an intrusion. (so, a man should love this way!) it seemed terrifying or tragic or made one
desperate for its beloved. by magic
music or foreign language where we live in Italy. a man finds patience, or
deliverance while absorbed by his totality. such absolute unevenness, such a
disappearing, beyond return, while databanks are stirring up folly. “But I surrender
or I fracture our seams or scissors; such footlights such inadequacies,
whereby, a soul is desolate shores.” dolphins become unraveled. they have few
legacies. or they live separated from seas. those viruses our breathing or
wheezing to see you. by heaving hugs by bodies at leisure to need an answer in
you. (so many so normal! or inside-out, waiting for a chance to balance.) the
desk is witness, the futon is talkative, it has an unusual stain on it. our brushwork our unvetted monopoly while I
walk away you demand our indemnity. phones ring into deserts. a man to his
tent. while removed from excellence. (to
need chaos to feel existence!) so natural at pain, or by coarse deprivation
or to arrive lately needing strength: such a puppeteer, by feudal emotions,
where downward is its spiral. so many windows, or doors, after something too
fantastic to sustain by rudiments: those spaces we explore, while lost enough
to find solace, or found enough to crave losing.
