one of us is a kite .
and the other, is a pile of jackets on the bed
in a memory about a family gathering.
//the ultimate goal of recycling remains
black plastic clothes .

there is healing
and a sky to pull on the
sea.

b ronze  a ge

gone alchemic .
plasma fiat .
foundries of blue-white light .

b ronze  a ge
morality

I feel like humanity is loosing a war that’s not even being
Fought

Of
Man .
The inherited
T h in g .

mitochondrial moves
make out . dance steps
by the stairs

i push past your cell walls
grinding on something sticky ,
that
in that
basement brain
is
storing stories .

like
a promised need for later;
like a cupboard full of (china glass)
:lipids in love


performance .
red shoelaces .

concert for a clawfoot tub .
*** in the hair .

bath, breakfast, breaking ******* .