cure
audio piece entitled “at last I remembered what I wanted in my dream“
tomb sweeping
unwieldy love ritual of spring-
time pushing golden violet into the sky as
trinket and incense, your voice
in my warm hand. Who are you
in your dreams?
Time creeping healthy then sick,
laugh then spell. I have no explanation, collect my hair from the drain.
The tv idles on a slideshow of someone’s memories, they’re all good,
I don’t remember
everything I know. After my body
twitched in sleep through the sound bath
it stepped outside for the dusk.
In that time the world had already changed.
In the car circling the monument Suzie and I talked about what we can ask of others
I’m unsure where we ended up
Sometimes “I think that makes sense” is grace
Something goes into retrograde and comes back out
“Who in here is afraid of death?”
Mama is so beautiful. Dayi is so beautiful. Who is afraid?
Not every friend is a comrade, not every comrade is a friend.
I wonder how you navigated this.
Primo and Nowies, Gloria, Láwû, Susan, Hossam
Memorial pleasantries, plucked steel, movie theatre butter and banjo dirge.
If everything you lose is gained some other way, will everything you gain be lost in another way?
Altar boys at the altars. White hearts doves flower emojis oaths
literature. nothing new
to report. I’m so sorry I miss you I’m broken I love you I will never be the same never, always remember your life is carved into the stone and my name my years will be next to it.
Laoye tall smiling tanned. Laolao Laoye together forever on the same spiral from the very beginning to beyond this moment in holy death-sounding April and now
I keep practicing and fuck off practicing violin and it was over a decade before I knew Laoye had taught himself.
audio piece entitled “that the shadows cast on your face will never be the same“
