Dust motes leak slow through the yawning busted dome of the metro concert hall A discarded trombone plays paperweight atop curling sheet music Dirt streaks the silver-fogged flare of a French horn A woodwind rests where it last fell, back when its oboist fled. The building groans low with the
(Content warnings: Descriptions of physical injuries and medical treatments.) Acute medical trauma for me was another way of surfacing a long tail of morphing and biological elasticity Hand and arm ballooning post-surgery as a swell shark does. Waving in warning: “Please don’t bump into me” A large red eye
Flying past at a million keystrokes per minute, darting through windows and tabs, dashing through terminals and pipes. Sling-shotting by with volumes of experience. Computer sorceress, I see you. Your strides impatient with “Hello, (Broken) World.” Operating at an entirely different cadence. I laughed with wonder— you were out clocking
At the mall, surrounded by opulent storefronts and chic mannequins, the walkers ahead part, swerving in anticipation of my advance, each step hitting with a sharp strident CLICK. I hope they envision my heels striking pavement in fearsome stilettos. Momentum hellbent, intent on promptness. Pointed destination. I hope that they
Isn’t it also a journey for plums to fall from trees of their own accord? Unobserved, heavy with the luxury of time, shrouded with gravity, to sink into the soil as rotting liquor transformed.