Fist
someone
so brilliant to say
too
bad
staying
in touch
doesn't
include
touching
did
she say
actually
she
did I kissed
her
on a corner
under
a loud
loud
lamp
in
the snow
my
hat covering
her
ass
I
thought no one
knows
what
we
are
it's
not
dangerous
To My Class
I'm
trying
to
figure
out
what
kind
of fucked
up
flower
a
reflection
is
when
everything
dances
in a
bowl
of
aluminum
day's
on
no
extra
light
just
the color
scheme
of
the gym
&
thinking
about
that
the
tile is that
exact
shade
which
is
not quite
white
they
chose
it
and it's
why
the
feeling
is not
exact
I've
got
to
lie
down
on
the mat
to
see
the
frond
peeping
through
the
window
sitting
up there's
too
much
a
bending plant
a
grille
the
whole
life
of
the
gym
not
the tiny
crop
like
sitting in a
Muslim
restaurant
and
the cow
peeps
in
like
that
I'm
trying to
sort
out
a
few
things
at
this
exact
moment
in
my life
something
more
marvelous
than
a category
the
body
place
is
a
thinking
place
a
surprise
here
a
day isn't
a
bookshelf
unless
it's
the
endless
process
of
pulling
one
down
and
hours or
years
later
putting
it back
up
for
some
other reason
among
its
new
friends
I
don't really
need
glasses
to
write
but
I squint
and
gradually
that
grows
unfamiliar
Generally
Generally
she
takes
me
to
some
place
that
is
empty
a
little bit
of
light
on
that
tree
between
buildings
the
sky of
course
is
lavender
and
I
want
to
relax
if I
mean
fully
human
what
sees
the
texture
of
the ancient
walls
what
won't
look
up to
locking
& un-
locking
the
tramping
who
can be
gentle
with
that
or is
it
what.
How
is it
now,
her
distant
tooth
on
its satisfaction
even
that—
it
means
the
same
as
grave
the
white
biting
thing
I
bit
what.
I
hold
it
in
my mouth
now
a silent
animal.
The
jingling
squeak
the
growing
noise
the
very breath
traffic
squares
the
blues
of
it
before
vanishing
day
will
come
again
for
sure
but
the
scream
of
it.
If
you
sit
in the
dark
&
get
what
you
want
will
I get
mine
later
I
thought
if
you
don't
know
then
take
care
of
what
you
love
so
I
brought
you
a bit
of
water
&
some
air.
It's
what
I
want:
more
time
with
squares
of
light
&
surface
first
pity
&
soon
it
will be
regular
that's
life
waiting
for
everything
to
go
away
know
it
will;
hold
me
now
