a nice day a good price
a Sears catalog studied all night
a changing room that makes you want to pee
as if the bar just closed and you’re walking home
knowing it’s cold but not feeling what you need to feel
i say : i never understood what a training bra was for
—train em for what?
you say : you say the weirdest shit
at moments like this and we walk home like gas
elements too far apart to find each other
i feel the roots creeping under
the stems transcending
what good does it do to look back
on that time when i had never read Lispector
before she had ever eaten lobster
when i tied broken shoelaces together
wrote by a bulb without a shade
walked in the rain with my blood all mixed up
where they believed my grandparents walked
across the border when the truth is
they walked out of fields finally overcame
the worst of the sun pesticides and everything else
that finally planted them in the ground
like two native crops
if only we had more than 1-10
to describe happiness, sex, last night’s Thai food,
pain, panic, teeth grinding how badly
you want to get home and fart or stay home
on Christmas and just order Thai food
a poem is born in movement stillness
other people’s shoes in sickness and in stealth
after all this time i wonder
how often we appear in each other