The Brooklyn Rail

the whole universe moves around us who would want to be right

in that situation it is better to keep looking about the more recent

kinds not to mention that you can't let books know the world outside

in bed he said "They go on and off for solace" I did not my mental borders

acquired a small splinter on the edge I wasn't aware that I was molecules

mind is a car I am driving away from how I think about things with my hand

writing resting happened multiple times for me, but recently I don't

want to know whether an 8-year old thinking of nothing but words

or my early 20s sitting at the Midtown wanting to write poems

on a molecular level I had cells in my hands there was blood on something

that you're currently going through in the future I will feel sometimes

to summon a lifetime of trauma to wave hello for writing back first

that it's conscious influence but when I ask later he says he did

not realize it, has this only happened once, the hearing wants to be 360 degrees

720, 1440, etc but we are the one while there were wood and hand molecules

the reddish tinge of empty space a pint on an old wooden table I studied

away until the words aren't discernible are electrically physical and movable

so I change them to deform and then reform my thoughts accommodates

movement within atoms what would that even matter if I could convey

what I wanted, it was finished unfinished, my perspective already altered

standing next to Dad trying to think about feeling writing from every poem

I've ever written I used to think it was a trance but realized

I was pressing through lettering by hearing it (therefore resistant)

when I hear used vocabulary from our shared direction