

Beautiful Day I was like one of those music box ballerinas. I moved my limbs stiffly in practiced, predictable gestures along an imaginary track as I walked from the end of my register, behind the conveyer belt, and into my little cashier box walls made of grocery bags to the left, register keyboard in front, and computer screen and register drawer to the right. In the background, tired old nineties and eighties pop songs echoed over and over through the grocery store aisles.Beautiful Day
My painted, plastic smile


BrailleBraille
the crocodile ridges of his spine were vertebrae Braille that read:
if you would run - away from me - oh love
- I
- could not run - after you
- otherwise, one day I
- will
catch you
- before you &nb


at the hospitalSister sits rigid and dented on top of white sheets.at the hospital
She has been reinvented as a machine of whirred breathing and latent electricity
while intravenous cords coerce her fiber-optic synapses
to light up again.
One day, with a
snap her retinas will glitter
with the vivid summers of swirling matte-blue and raspy-green blurs born of when we rolled down hills, spitting out laughter and grass clippings;
the line of her lips will curl in imitation of our legs bent in the air
when we laid heartbeat-down on the floor


three-ring circusA gnat sneaks up on Mrs. Simmons' Circus Peanuts as haphazardly as a gnat can on a day besides Sunday. It performs clumsy maneuvers in front of my face, perhaps thinking that I am blind and only destined to touch and destroy like itself. It cannot think that it is infinitely smaller than me, or that my judging eyes are following every single movement it makes, and yet it does; it whirs out of the way knowingly when my hand attempts to swipe it down.three-ring circus
This is the kind of metaphor I used to believe in. But I operate under no illusions now; if I were to leave the room, the gnat would still dart away from every disturbance in the air
Finger Face

To Make a PointIn cursive fluidity Pens paint a mosaic Of LettersTo Make a Point
Without pre-meditation We end the point
Period.
The period is the muzzle The captor of free thought The prison of prose
We should be damned To be dammed
Behind a wall of dots
A river of ebony Impregnates the mind Our child of everything And nothing
A shadow bulges In the bulge of infestation One-thoused buzzing beatles carry An idealist's disease
The water breaks A million thought-up thoughts Preemptive crosswords to cr
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