if
a psychiatrist, psychologist, they care for each other.
if
ill in some way, we care for others with an illness.
I was playing guitar, some trope, she
plays guitar too.
better at kettledrums, better at
literature, unlike have-knots. there
is a loop in her belt, it’s different than the others. it wiggles, watches,
wrangles. it feels like a doorjamb—it argues for distance, motion is up
close. I wonder what it discovered,
what it needs, better, are rules still with sameness?
I upset a person, unknowingly,
without understanding—should he tell me?
if a psychiatrist, psychologist, they
care for each other.
if ill in some way, we care for
others with an illness.
I was born with a genetic slant,
splice, shift, you tell me!
nonetheless, I follow it closely, I glean what I can, I have a spark for
my own. I never seek a showdown. when
needed, I appeal higher. many say this is hogwash.
I was militant towards committees,
especially, if by an ad hoc design—what was I debating? a self-image. authority looking at itself.
a lava lamp by its nature. simply
asserted: it works no other way!
the weather is dependable. the haunt
inside is dependable. frustration is unrelaxed when haunted, a kiln for
composing, a symphony of pain.
if a psychiatrist, psychologist, they
care for each other.
if ill in some way, we care for
others with an illness.
too much a person does is deemed
intrusive. a mind is
connected to other minds. our
academia, cultures,
astronomy is/are familiar. nothing is
on par. if I need
us, this is debated—if I am of age,
this is tested.
