Imagine you're trying
to locate a lost
by the way its pings
come in relation
to the wobble
of a satellite
beginning to lose
and you feel
Now the heavy cables dip into layers of blue and lavender —
almost lackadaisical — and at either end emit
World's Smallest Pets, Barbeque Pit Wars
While you were out, they built Kensington Commons.
You thought, “Princess-sheep-Little-Bo-Peep-ha-ha,” but there was no room left for such thoughts. Would you like the ability to add a location to your tweets? When you came to, commons meant condos and ”distinguished living.”
You said, ”My own being grows faint and fades away,”
said it as if speech prevented what is said from taking place.
Then said it amazed that ”own” and ”being” could have been joined
in that way
Limpid green sea laps the wall of a ruined fortress on a silent television
a solitary crooked pine grows between flat stones at dawn Complicated loves are best —
and that things should change but be equivalent. Now I’m turning tangles into bows
on the present — on each present as it appears.
Can a bow be bold simply?
A bow must curl back on itself.
THE THIRD PERSON
Her attention didn’t wander so much as it was repeatedly pulled out of the text she was reading as if by a voice or stare. She scanned the recesses of her awareness to locate the source. There was a faint burning sensation in the middle distance. Maybe she had to pee. But the imperative was premature. Whatever this was, it could still flicker out or show itself in an entirely new light. She tried to find her place again in the crowd of words. This would be different for the first person, she thought.
I’m anxious when you leave so I must love you. But I don’t like the story you’re telling the strangers around us—rising sea levels, hemorrhagic fevers. I’ve told it more than once myself. Connect the dots and watch the shape emerge. ”Cut it out,” I want to say, though I don’t know what I mean by ”it.”