I WAS DISTRACTED IN THE ANTIPERSPIRANT AISLE AND DIDN'T RESPOND TO YOU FOR SEVERAL MINUTES
audri sousa
we're gearing up for something big we're guessing charades before the lonely parade begins and nobody wins but curtains and we're packing for easter island checking for forgotten toiletries we're packing for all places for the alleys outside the benefit hall where there's some tourist sex trap in the shop window but i'm another kind of masochist can reopen wounds with any russian cab driver a maudlin tale of exchange long after everyone's sleeping honest and naked in sacred pools of greenlight long after everyone's dreaming howling scratching alone with regrets bound safe in eye ducts long after everyone turns on the re-runs i am pyres of unmade stitches writing tomes with my finger in my own breath on a stranger's windowpane i will build my own religion of nonreligion and we will lap up the little shocks of existence we get at 3 a.m. that paralyze our sleep flick lightswitches dream sweetly because something like the universal is in the stars and even if it isn't it still is maybe in freckle constellations on the back of your neck where hairs stand up in acknowledgment of jazz and everything is okay and even if it isn't it still is and for the record ---
the particles that were minerals and salts and seas and skin will remember they are particles become particles and the particles will disperse into and through all the nothing the valences balk and forget their bonds as our elements pass into naught our little everythings become endings and i will forget to wear deodorant
Audri Sousa
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