1.

a song that rises in me when i spot something
in nature that feels “sublime.” this word,
“sublime,” comes in very handy. don’t want
to share what it’s like deciding between cream
or pills. am swinging between age and youth,
trying to find a way to keep the blur rushing
towards me green and impressionistic. trying to
not lose “it.” not ready to be encased like
an iridiscent gray branch. losing your period
is like losing someone to a freak accident.
one didn’t know all the fantasies that one
can’t have—how much of a fantasy do you
have to be able to imagine coming true to still
imagine it?

2.

I have big anger issues, so I always walk around abbreviated.
Recently someone who isn’t over thirty told me this.
I usually don’t include these kinds of sentences because of time.
I’m often thinking of eating again.
There is no author here.
Thing is, no one will even know that these words exist except if they’re read.
So why pretend someone isn’t right for the colors.

I have to be able to deal with silence, the way I have to look for the inside me?
This trying to stay on track.
To find the scene becomes blank.
I think is a total picture is a disembodied one.
There is no author here.

Now, you see, I’m thinking of eating again.
At this very moment I’m craving a ball of chocolate.
I look for things in it—the shape just isn’t over thirty.

My pants are too tight and this makes me out of the moment when
           I’m trying to find a voice…INTERNAL
VOICE BLINDNESS The near universal inability of the moment I’m craving
           a ball of chocolate.
Want to feel warm in this office.
I keep switching it to cooler and warmer.
The ceiling light’s motion sensitive, as are all the lights in this office.
I keep switching it to cooler and warmer.
The ceiling light’s motion sensitive, as are all the lights in this office.
I keep switching it to cooler and warmer.
The ceiling light’s motion sensitive, as are all the lights in this building.
I have to wait until something occurs.
If an image is artificially stabilized on the retina, vision fades
           away within about a second and the scene becomes blank.

3.

a song that rises in me when I spot something in nature that feels “sublime” comes in very handy. Sometimes another thought combines with the “oh I’m so lucky” and I can feel elated. Spinning this feeling in my body makes me feel happy. I thought of the much younger guy I kinda like, and just the fact of having this because I don’t even know whether I like the idea of liking him. This word, “sublime,” comes in very handy. Spinning this feeling in my body made me feel happy. I decided to chuck the probability that he wouldn’t rise and fall as dramatically. All in all, I think I’m being more sane, or rational, if sane equals rational, if sane equals rational. I don’t really want to munch more than 100 calories. I need a story. Whose voice? Can it be interesting if there’s no ultimate way, no point of getting there? A song that the ocean in me won’t rise and fall as dramatically. All in all, I think I’m being more sane, or rational, if sane equals rational. I don’t even know whether I like this guy or not. But seem to like the idea of liking him. In fact, I probably shouldn’t be writing this feeling in my body made me feel happy. I decided to chuck the probability that he wouldn’t rise and fall dramatically. All in all, I think I’m being more sane, or rational. I don’t really want to focus on him. I take a stick of gum from a drawer, spot the puny granola bars. I want to keep him inside a guard rail like the rose in Roman de la Rose? Was going to find a way to keep him inside a guard rail like the rose? I guess for me he’s bittersweet. Was going to find a voice. I take a stick of gum from a drawer, spot the puny granola bars for when I want to share what it’s like deciding between age and youth, trying to not lose “it.” Am not ready to be encased like an iridiscent gray branch. On a different slant, the bed bath beyond circular features only women using their products. There’s a stock of leftover Hatch Family chocolate, and mini-cheesecakes in the fridge. I tried three of them so far today, two cookies, and part of a miniature strawberry, lemon, and chocolate wrapped in tissue on my desk. The air’s too warm in here but it could get too cold if I change it. It’s sunny and warm outside and it’s a shame to miss it. Isn’t it true that romance, sex, is what drives things forward, the energy to continue. A divergent path so that I can recover and have a different slant. Spinning this morning, I looked out, as usual, the gym’s windows to the green and mountains beyond and imagine it? a song that rises in me, I looked out the gym’s windows to the green and the mountains beyond circular features there’s no ultimate way of getting there?

4.

I have big anger issues, so I always walk around abbreviated. I mean,
the way I have to wait until something occurs. If an image is artificially
stabilized on the retina, vision fades away within about a second and
the scene becomes blank. Now, you see, I’m thinking about the body.
Tony Caputo’s doesn’t sell small cookies. I’m starting to flower like
one of those cauliflower plants.
A pizza slice is a V.
What we think is a total picture is
a series, an addition of parts. Am very sleepy now. Clouds make me
sleepy.
My pants are too tight at this very moment I’m craving a ball
of chocolate. Want to feel warm in this building. I have to wait until
something is asking
for trouble.

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