held tight
I.
the waters left behind
dry slowly in the cold
if the phone rings, it is only once
if in this exact spot something was said
has it embedded itself in this space?
is it on the pillow while we sleep?
though WE signifies more than one
it does not signify the same
a WE can exist as singular and true
but only for the moment in which it exists
i am a WE without you
i am a WE without you knowing
reflexive incantations are muttered
&
their resonance falls like soot on the mirror
it is a portion of a portion
that holds the space of you
the space of hometown loyalty
&
pleasure points that are not expendable
bamboo withers without water
but sustains with just a spoonful
in the end, bamboo can be bought by the stalk
&
can sit just where the old one had
it depends on what you choose to value
how important are newspaper cut outs and ticket stubs?
i find that there is less and less to prove:
affluent newspaper tendencies
a prolonged overt suicide
a growing appreciation for small talk
the pulse that ropes through the street from whence we came
finding that it is colder when away
cold is the slow death of your appendages
not for any reason other than a lack of necessity—
there is no cause, no chivalry, no spite
cold can rumble through forgotten shards
cold can cause things to go unused
in abundance, we fall flat when opening the door
cold feels good when you don’t fight it
it is satisfying to be full of compact molecules,
which may feel like lead in your stomach
but have almost the same mass as water
there is a certain satisfaction to be gained
when there is nothing left to speak.
II.
impressions of what is still to be discovered block the sun’s glare briefly
things are quiet now
the clock wears on
those not here anymore do not remember how small the world can be
as is, holds up a lot
or holds in, which is the tendency
not like a vessel but like a missile
how much can the fingers take though, even with reparations?
skin can be tender yet still intact
movements can be made without meaning
&
do not always come from the beginning, or a place like it
being ancillary
a stipulation, a correction, adventitious
not quite adventurous, but close
a knowing out of placeness
the waters left behind
dry slowly in the cold
if the phone rings, it is only once
if in this exact spot something was said
has it embedded itself in this space?
is it on the pillow while we sleep?
though WE signifies more than one
it does not signify the same
a WE can exist as singular and true
but only for the moment in which it exists
i am a WE without you
i am a WE without you knowing
reflexive incantations are muttered
&
their resonance falls like soot on the mirror
it is a portion of a portion
that holds the space of you
the space of hometown loyalty
&
pleasure points that are not expendable
bamboo withers without water
but sustains with just a spoonful
in the end, bamboo can be bought by the stalk
&
can sit just where the old one had
it depends on what you choose to value
how important are newspaper cut outs and ticket stubs?
i find that there is less and less to prove:
affluent newspaper tendencies
a prolonged overt suicide
a growing appreciation for small talk
the pulse that ropes through the street from whence we came
finding that it is colder when away
cold is the slow death of your appendages
not for any reason other than a lack of necessity—
there is no cause, no chivalry, no spite
cold can rumble through forgotten shards
cold can cause things to go unused
in abundance, we fall flat when opening the door
cold feels good when you don’t fight it
it is satisfying to be full of compact molecules,
which may feel like lead in your stomach
but have almost the same mass as water
there is a certain satisfaction to be gained
when there is nothing left to speak.
II.
impressions of what is still to be discovered block the sun’s glare briefly
things are quiet now
the clock wears on
those not here anymore do not remember how small the world can be
as is, holds up a lot
or holds in, which is the tendency
not like a vessel but like a missile
how much can the fingers take though, even with reparations?
skin can be tender yet still intact
movements can be made without meaning
&
do not always come from the beginning, or a place like it
being ancillary
a stipulation, a correction, adventitious
not quite adventurous, but close
a knowing out of placeness