After Kimiko Hahn, who said “form changes content” in an interview with Laura Sheck.
We were sitting by the lake, or we were at a picnic table on the grass. It might have been July then. You were speaking with your hands and I was receiving your words with my stomach.
The story is not a water bottle or an empty cup or a phone call.
I drink peppermint tea now, and I read, skipping the third word
in every other sentence.
Dreams of marriage and sex and children do not necessarily mean marriage or children or anything other than spring.
The cherry blossoms open
and snow the pedestrians
and snow the man lusting after himself
in the grass by the wall.
The man ruining every one’s view of
pure pink and white opening.
It is always Manhattan. When I travel it is always how this is like or not like my city. When I travel I am alone just like when I do not travel I am alone. We all wake up out of our mother alone and she calls to remind us that we used to love belonging to something.
it rained this morning at 5 when I woke.
The sky was
everything was wet and dark.
Eating oatmeal for fear of death, I take my time peeling a banana.
Show me the way.