a sound, an ear, a thought, a riposte?
too reductive.
are we really thus bound to the
spatiotemporal nature of apperception?

a thought, a sound, movement, vibrations,
light traveling faster than sound,
mind reading,
your thoughts, your ear, my utterance,
your conceptions explode,
and I have said hello.
you have judged me unworthy of
more than the basic civility
shown to passing strangers
before my vibration hit your ear.

that stomach pain lets you know
she means something more
than flesh or time.
as i construct her, surely she is,
because i only want to see.
veils between us
i wish to lift away
gently
and replace with embracing.
only holding back the fear,
can't we just see?

words
use them sparingly
among a healthy diet
of shut lips
your own saliva
the back of your teeth
then
once a week
*** into a microphone
and watch a bunch
of strangers
not really care

The words were all wrong.
I can't say.

The blur of the past
only focuses when
the throbbing pain
of realization thrusts
my mind into that
moment when you
crushed the cigarette ****
so completely.

The almost imperceptible
trembling
of your bottom lip.
As if to punish me you couldn't let me see your pain.

know
just smile
stop
think
love
actually mean
want things
ask
cause talk
write in
another's ink

i do not write for love of words, for you, or for me.
i write because it is possible to do it for its own sake.
art, you know?
independent of you, it is of value to me
outside of me, it disrupts the universe
all on its own
noumenal
only a few thoughts and motions
arbitrarily parsed and collated
randomly encountered
analyzed
and discarded

remembering
becoming a member again
of society and my family,
they have never left me
and despite all these arms opening to me,
i chose yours, and i continue to choose
the absence of your arms

for better or for worse, i vowed
until a for-worse, turns out to be a for-better
i'll be in your arm's absence

i blame myself
though you do not escape blame
and i can't help but ask strangers
would i ever do this to you?
i can't help but ask
would you ever do this to me?
you can see how the unknowns fester
as i re-member with myself
solitude faked well