From “Pink Waves”

was it hardly a wave

collimation dreams of narrowing waves

the consolidation of my particulate odds

sliding between dreamlight and the way it rolls off

she was elegylight and circumstance; she pitched her light away

and bid you love

previous utterance catches in the memory like death

closer to the range, the table, the unrepentant tongue

English utters a line for the dead

and then somebody is mouthing my kick

it’s haptic; it’s your normalized membrane

cantilevered muscles in the backyard of my body

extent that we need another resolution

atop a sharp pink hat, Emma Post just went away

some things don’t die so easy

i want the drifting organisms of the ongoing intermission

i want Amber DiPietra and Denise Leto’s waveforms to protect us from heavy waves

i want a decidedly animal resolution, J K Chukwu and Stacey Tran are here but they too will leave, others crowd in at the last minute

a higher concentration of my predicate silence is cause for a crash, that would be me

positioned at odds with myself

she was a function of x, her geometry projective; light while there is light which is now gone

the growing concept of her back

the formal struggle of a line on fire

who and where, why all of a sudden? Adam Golaski went away again

i have a very animal claim, a brick and mortar politics

yes we are erotic warm anemone

when the sun is saluted, all interventions are off

i think that some people just have no history of art

sediments and molecules burn up in the present moment

hip replacing humans

internal findings crawl back in the dirt and undulate out while you

cede your control