Insufficience, Part Deux

[that was then]


Now
HIBERNATION
the carousels are sleeping. Our
breasts glow blue in the light of another
liquid crystal display.
I wanted this.
equation ^ eradication ^ exclusion ^
like we could all equate/eradicate/exclude
an epiphany
that belonged to someone
else.

What do you know of
cross-linkage and the
doe-eyed glance?

Tell me again about

(snow)

(blood)

(feather)

(bones)

the I-it-I-thou question
pulls me you-me-ward
and for once, the moment believes in itself

              write this down
              between lines you’ve already read

minus     I only listen to sandstone
(waiting for
another exchange in memoriam)
and minus     I only cross-hatch lives with broken
charcoal. Of course
I haven’t any proof;
I only cross-hatch other lives
with bits of pencil from the math lab like we could
all be graphed
while
X≠Y | I=I              x is not equal to y given that i is equal to i meaning
I AM

(even if we are not)
…the same

But I can’t dedicate enough to your prototype.
What was
first and last        is only motion and time
                          explaining illusion.

Language is an act with consequence.

and the way you wait for stone to speak,
I watch lines for
== something ==
to appear
in the frame of me

                      “What do you know of
                       me after all?”

When I was a girl I loved
fairground organs and

SEPTEMBER
full of peacockish forgettings
and the general
insufficience
of: crimson = chrome = citrine = chartreuse


s o m e t i m e s      endings
beginnings        s o m e t i m e s


[that was then]