the woman with the perfect redhair + metastatic soulhole
has left the bubble
hey people the beauty myth is just a myth the sidewalks
are littered with
uncovered unhinged unfucked (yes!) and free
and freedom
tastes like revenge
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Summer 2020 ..tommy? tommy? apesie?
these disturbances of time+space are befuddling the experts
time has collapsed face it it was a social construct anyway
hey cavepeople rose with the sun hunkered with la luna (this is poetry
fer chrissakes!) seriously though say your goodbyes to the
timespace continuum
you too must be feeling the warp +woof they’re separating the boys
from the men boys to the left men to the right good thing no Nazis in sight
while we women with only emotion to guide us are flotsam on the jetsam of
covid’ssurface like milkscum
buck up ladies! why not watch the bucks in the bubble? or die a slow death
at an unventilated mall? i implore u all: jump on the bandwagon! sports are the
only opiate we have left since the assassination of jesus the gentle rabbi from Galilee
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I give you the mausoleum of all hope and desire. I give it to you not that you
may remember time, but that you might forget it now and then for a moment
and not spend all of your breath trying to conquer it. Because no battle is ever
won. They are not even fought. (William Faulkner The Sound+The Fury)
Summer of the Bubble 2020
poet’s doppelgänger
at 60 only 4.5 yrs. away i shall
have my husband buzz my hair with his little black shaver
in the months following i will allow it
to turn silver like my aloof Polish
bubbie’s
and in the winter of 2017 i will fly
to Florida and swim with the dolphins
i’ll try hard not to frighten them with my
bright MAC lipstick +blazing brown eyes
i will be free and more alive than is currently allowed or even recommended
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Summer of Silver 2020 ..silverlining of covidabyss
*2017 flew to florida to be my bros cancerwitness
August 26, 2020
losing a sibling versus losing a parent
we must be programmed to lose our parents
as a biological imperative that is
think about it
we spend our entire lives trying to break away
from our giants as my child clients called
them
it is in those first moments when u realize u can
control your hands that you slap them away or beat
them back or hack off a hand to be free
hey people i can do it myself +put a lock on the bathroom door fer chrissakes!
but siblings they’re an entirely different story sewn
into the fabric of your DNA your cellmates (one bro
mournful+captive peering out behind bars of his crib)
poor caged little minkey
u cannot surgically remove them like a bladder it’s u+them
against the giants sink or swim littermates are tattooed
no matter what they do to u
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..did you ever have a sister? did you?
no but they’re all bitches..
(William Faulkner The Sound+The Fury 1929)
Summer 2020
time shreds your wildest dreams seems it flies too
but sartre thinks our relations with time are all messed up
mostly he is impenetrable some pearls though in addition
to: hell is other people jean paul is certain that only the past
exists existentially speaking that is
every second an evisceratedfuture shredded so cancel your
membership to the spacetime continuum opt out do not check
the box people this will all take care of itself
+they have morphine!
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..this unspeakable present, leaking at every seam..these memories,
these monstrous obsessions..one escapes from the temporal world
only through mystic ecstasies. A mystic is always a man who wishes
to forget something..TIME MUST BE FORGOTTEN..
(Jean Paul Sartre on William Faulkner ..1955)
Summer 2020 ..when time went missing..🦇
bubbles are a concept by which we measure our pain safety
do bubbles really mitigate COVID 19? probably not yesterday
our 96 yr. old mother in seclusion as a child when fevers raged
clothes burned +lonedoll immolated let out of covidprison
for the day
recoiled from our touch a touch deprivation of 5 months leads
to anomie robotism heartfissure-itis we tried to convince her
masked distanced hollowed out with a likely delirium around
our edges
trust us!
we’re your covidteam! 🦇
mother wary +ninety-six wise looked askance using words like
mishigah when inspecting poet’s covidombre but it was my
declaration of a new found vegetarianism that pushed her over
the ledge
she of meat + potatoes players for 30 years exercise meh
the last one standing in her circle +we of the imaginary safetybubbles
huddle succubus+beguiled hey kids bubbles can kill u! then yer dead!
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Summer of Glove Summer of CovidLove ☀️ ☠️☀️
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