Lately, i’ve been dreaming/ abt my hs boyfriend/ the one w the rockstar name, who got me pregnant when we were 16
don’t worry i didn’t keep it, & tho
that mass of cells story, like so many embryonicmicroscopic beyondtheeye quivering NOT YET butmaybemeanttobe lumpsofamoebaemet howdoweknowitwasn’t bcitdidn’t early demise, ending before it could start. to leave in its place instead
/another story of minutia cellulars/ bcitdidn’t
minutia / grow / cancerous bcitdidn’t it could’ve, we didn’t let it
like multiple minutia cellulars / eating / them selves
living forever
on unpotentiation / wastes
of S p a C e
~ i do not know what we’ve been dreaming of. >>>woah–!?wow, see? how the words went, undetermined by me, that cancer still there in the unspent hornedVIRGINmoon w a x
amoeba of me. HOW DID I MAKE/ US > WE????
RETRY
~i do not know what i’ve been dreaming of, just that i’ve been happy when i awake
thinking i dreamt of ***** , again & the beauty of us, running up hills & down again, power lines and country gingham, picnic baskets and teary hearts in alloureyes
~
in the coffee shop now/ thinking about the yrs & yrs i yrnd for this:
coffee shop in beach city, yr round. we never had a middle class for it. multiple liquor stores stying open for us full time / clowns multiple bars our off season multiple moans never seen but it’s oft there sun so here now the spot next to the bottle shop of course–remember the book store downtown on 1st, yea it was~?–yea the old Mason’s–the vibes here, always been, yea fuckers i’m speaking cancerous to you, vortex there all you ghosts, all my deadyou know crack me up white feather float, down
not the direction, dig?
an yep, here we sit/…directional now…/crows flap from downtown
~
he had a rockstar name, and was the only one since him who didn’t have rockstar dreams
i am a country girl from the pa hills
i am a city boy from south baltimore streets
i am a sprawled out mess,
ever growing/
none of these
