History

The first computer programmer was a woman
Daughter of a poet
Translator of Italian memoir
The height of Romanticism
Her name was a valentine

Summer

Saturn strode the moon three times today

and I haven’t even had breakfast

It is practical, yet boring, to do only one thing

I hold my potential collaborators scarf

With a flow like this who needs friends

Back when my limbs were golden, I was lost

I was wild

Trying to move bodies through an idea is a feat

Folding and cutting paper, and scratching notes, is less of a feat

The more you practice something the worse for wear it gets

I could never return to that shirt.

Carefully unsnap and reveal, disentangle

Every fray, spreads

I regarded it as the happiest of my life

Exploring too far down the wrong corridor

Nothing is a failure without a plan

Force yourself to end differently

Compulsory propulsion

Out And About

I own this city

née, these farms

Trapped by the medium

Traveling Down Clifton Place in PM

walking into and out onto a wide field

the feeling of standing in a meadow

loose space between the bones

I think of shimmery things, and small flowers

light things, stringy but tall and calming

firm to the earth

Starry Starry Night

Girl, redeemed by your blue moment

skim you match the blow

stand, vagabond, 

you left and were replaced.

I wanted to be let down more

I wouldn’t have minded for somebody
to thud into the glass like a bird

killed by velocity

and an honest mistake.

Oz transported us

Blanket of planetarium.

somebody sitting next to me smelled so good

but like his wife’s deodorant

they probably use the same one.

someone was wearing a watch, difficult thing

I’d like a cafe latte,

Blue, relax into your floor duet

This Is A Test

Fools with loaded machetes standing in uniform outside of whole foods

fodder for the say you wanna revolution graduation acapella speech

I made you cry when, say when you don’t say, does she?

Or don’t they

Coat, gotta layer it’s cold could be colder

This is going nowhere let’s say goodbye

Love I never told you, Mariah, remember?

This should really stop, no

No?

I really hate where this is heading

I think we all know, it doesn’t end well

How could it? Well, when you put it that way

I’m not ashamed to say this is a stupid exercise 

When will you realize?

Let’s forget that ever happened

let’s pretend we’re strangers

sounds fun I could be down

Text me later, hmu

Style with a battery

Bee pollen No! Ginseng

Incense is transportive

sentences get shorter

“Come On Home To Bed-Stuy”

The colonizer and the colonized

Late Night

I went to this crazy show
It was dance in tenor
I believe the colloquial term is “breath of fresh air”
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