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India Point Park
03:06
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I saw your face carved into every tree I saw in India Point Park
Outside this late there are steaming cars that line up in the thermal dark
We are briskly pacing through a headache in the cold
I see you there
And I cannot handle not knowing what's going on after
Even though these alleys carved from stone
And these buildings rose from earth
I see it now, epileptic chickens in the coop
Up on the hill, something small and strange is chasing you
In the living room, melting down your ego
And I cannot handle not knowing what's going on after
I get so crazy when I have nothing to say
He's looking good between the confines of his hairline, but
our minds are tenements we'll never let him into
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The Broken Glyph
02:47
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I was marked with a pointed finger emerging from my skin.
Outside Providence, it faded under the sun and the wind, it blows away
Back in the curled-up town, formed by indentions of angels Lulled by the heat of the car and the white light of Culver’s: I Thought I Heard Them Call My Name!
And its silent letter
Before its joined in flame, Some broken glyph.
In the heart of Skokie Mall, there are fake bluffs and valleys
The artificial holy desert made for skaters and aunties and me
And when I stood at his house, he told me the Aleph meant “nothing.”
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Sculpturebody
03:00
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who has made me?
someone careless with their rhythms
weather / whether bloodlines furious like anguish in the cluster of her pose
or many only comfortable at home right here
my legs were built with passion
eyes shuttered and dreaming
& my belly nicked and kneaded pulling out between the index and the thumb
still warping as i run up the hills
to step outside is to show off some work in progress left unfinished:
i spent a decade & a half certain of the only thing i was missing
this isn't new to me
when i fold my body into yours in the hopes that
i could make the same sound you do as you walk across the concrete
and i'm cast in bronze on the golden street
or cauterized in the blinding heat of the kiln
decorated & suspended in collapse into what i was made from
i spent a decade & a half gathering the tools i need to create it
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Lightwork hysterics
03:37
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Radiator Fantasy
04:03
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locking your legs into radiators
let the words melt like ice in your mouth
almost as vivid as the warm kitchen light
finding excuses to leave the house
what if it doesn't turn out like you thought it would?
just not as familiar as you promised yourself
raise your first if you've run out of steam
delicate hands they are bound in wool
we found containers in each of ourselves
if your hair keeps pulling you downward, then
why don't you just cut it off?
what if you don't look as happy as you thought you would?
we're filling the days up with our feet on the floor
so raise your fist! if you've run out of steam
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Snapshot Robe Man
02:15
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the first film spliced a galloping horse into 3 disjointed frames
and suspended in such clean violence it writhes there in its frame
and noah, in your stitches, an uncoiling silver hair plucked from your scalp
the joining of these wishes, how you fold them into robes that drape along only your back
by now they've built sputtering planes that are gasping past the sun
and all the film has been broken down into shiny, stirring dust
the picture of your child, he is sunken into what you have become
and noah, don't you mind me, it is alchemy like this that i will never understand
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Post-war
03:49
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Footprint Trail
03:23
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my head belongs hot and stuffy in both of your hands
your feet deserve to return to the salt and the sand
we use our money for fun and our time to create collections of objects
serving as calendar dates
and this is where i zip my jacket
but it doesn't get cold like it used to
and as far as they go
you can see the roads align
and as far i know
there is nothing here for (me)
i am a ghost and all my jeans have holes in the knees
you wear your father's coat and you squint thru the laundry steam
and these were my steps, i could hear the laughter
but the dogs don't bark here anymore
and this year i will know
that's no longer
and in the melting snow
i can see my footprints
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11. |
New bridge
03:53
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Asher White Providence, Rhode Island
new shoes. birthday is feb 21 2000
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