PERISH HYBRID
the orange, pushing the memory of its
tree
through the air
beamingly
originary
so, emphatically
i welcome the copy
when it comes, so relieved:
i was looking for a skill, not an origin
relatedly, mist up the window when i want you to not
look out
but it felt very dear in the completeness
dark
so i put my relation to myself out into the woods
& then went to look for it
this is a fun game. this is not structured by the limits
of the social
except insofar as they’re
viewing technology
i say to myself as i step
in the orange—
i could only see that it wished to abandon its recognizable qualities
i could only see now it was : fruit cocktail
: amongst hedges
: genred
: red yellow stone cherry cobbler
: nothing like itself
: cause for concern
: leaf
: glue-like, the coming into being of the batter
: elegiac
: glue
: elegiac
: glue
: elegiac
: citrusy
: glue
: glue
POULTRY CAN TEACH YOU WHAT IT IS
a photograph of ass + limbs
and the Fool, who is numberless
something quite alive had functioned in my brain leaving traces
are you radiant or reflector or are those different
“and love is shining through all things”
leaves falling onto frost surface onto ice lake
yesterday i saw five stems of flowers
and a cat named New Year’s Eve
a fine rain sifting through the world
and not even angels can see very totally:
i felt like a hag, collecting my tortures
someone has to hold up the background
AND IT WILL NOT BE ME
says Delilah
AND EVE WILL NOT BRUISE MY HEAD
NOR HER DESCENDANTS
says safflower
…that was never about you
stop making it about you
says snake
everything wildflowers at an edge
rayonning glawr of the sense organ
stupefied by a big thing
attonitus vereor
TOO BIG
CANNOT SEE IT
/i can’t think, anymore, of examples
big thing
brain fry not move it
not to break it
i could stop thinking then, it was electrical
plastics on the sectional so it is safe
Brett drags my dead body on the hard floor edge
in this video called “Thanksgiving”
now we are cooking
oatmeal, soup, blueberries, sauce, whatever is
excitingly responsive to heat application
and i transmitted my mind’s blindest affections to yours via words
when i wanted to touch you, i did that instead
it became very septic
no 1 could doubt it
became very sink
smell of where water is, flake, flesh, decay
tuft in water drifting
hymn of parts usage
exercises power on the fancy
which is the poem in the middle called Introduction
i so want to be touched by heaven
lay fully bodied underneath the threat
praying it love me
YOU FORGET THE END
did you drop trash in the procedure? (“it”)
waiting, it seemed a good moment to
replace “it” then with mint, deep mesh, unending
delicate most when i click my rings
the cheeses lay technologically congealing in the toaster oven
languid in the social heat in there
risible, furious, potentially “expression,” like
i hunt for a thing in the toy bus bin
feed baby plants when i find it
love to dissolve what designed it
naked, i just breathe atop the cabinets
to relax, it was the end of the day
& when i became afraid, i got down…
this is the scenario to which
the permissions you assign
be applied, Dear Lector
dear lector
&
i felt so dear, so invisible
like
the most valid relation
to expression
is
luminous when u drop through my limbs
thru trees and boats, the atmosphere
cold fire star fire in the throat turned up, u catch it
tears, spores, clostridium, venenosa
felt “creaturely” in the “habitation”
habituation
in the end it is something immediate
snow falling into the corridor
SOCK
thinking about the windspeed now
pain diary, birthday, fever whipping up in the wind now
under Saturn
the sense that any thing given
must start, catch, be healthy, fine
when i am like a milk
ah, are you lord of the milk?
& i change it—
letters, and
letters, unsurprisingly
letters
meeting in the gogle doc, among trees, fine papers
in the New England Hurricane
clearing
:pricelessness
everywhere, egg whites: beginning
everything starts with the beater
Jamie uses the beater, the setting on high
on sun
to produce you meringue the bear with egg
time, again, and you peak it, whip fluffly loft
egg toughness, avoid it
stick in hot oven, the hot oven off
cooked when it
cake it, red is the
Christmas
the microwave just says: clock
says stop
fake duck: was i made to be shampooed?
(i was not made to be shampooed)
keeping in time for the future
i became a mulberry bush
which i had always wanted to be
or a non slip
bath mat
from the future in that retroactive
vacuum
way:
when i went into the sky then, i was no longer a zebra
or accompanied by any
ambition
just virus and the virus, touching the earth
how it liked it
water blue clean in its channels again
settling toward the earth
pooling in the earth
all things in the earth
becoming
the earth
their opposite—
then i turned off like a lamp
u cannot control it