i remember
thinking about
chip delany
mouth-fucking
zz top.
i remember wondering what
anne waldman
carried under
all those scarfs.
i remember elizabeth robinson
shooing away a
homeless man
ransacking
our graduate
meditation circle.
i remember feeling old
when i complained
about key
cards and
wishing
they'd go
back to keys.
i also remember
yelling at
children
running across
the lawn
i rented.
i remember all
the beautiful
girls
in their belly
shirts and tank
tops wet
from rain
thinking
it was worth
adjuncting
after all.
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i remember you and i sitting in the naropa computer lab mad-eyed with scissors and tape...ripping apart the body...lymph and nerves aflame...nothing but a wicker basket to try and contain the blood..
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