On [out]direct action
.a stranger turns perfectly to the right, unmasked . can you watch . my things, she asks . moribund lilies . elliptical blink . recovery is a trumpet made to fold . distance fashion public door . open to measure a function . just as time is atomically sand . i guess an hour glass she repeats . temporal non-fungible . happy dog . sweaty mouth . a cartography of direct-action . let me hold the evidence in my phone . who holds the phone . 49th forty eight . locust spruce going down down dow n . he floats above the earth . nudge the wobble of planetariums . only faintly cosmic . blue nike mesh, dizzying on a scooter . fat in that shirt . mango popsicles losing themselves to the campfire . three inches of shorts . contained . next time, ask for money she slams . how old are you . i’m here to learn other people’s perspectives . like if you tried to flip this web page over . and raise it beneath the light . can you see the phonic guide . or even your hand . this sentence is a park bench . make yourself homeless on top of it . they're talking about reentry if you listen wide enough . peter threatened to call the cops . a woman mountains his threaded meal . three tall black men ascend a stoop . its not a metaphor . we’re all still breathing too . from the yesterday: it gets crazy at night . what if i get caught up in that crazy . does that make me schizophrenic or a news article . im talking about death . if i say the word beauty does this make the page you . Beauty . Beauty . Beauty . you.