Something about a porcelain figurine
followed by an intimate encounter
time shape-shifting, catching you mid-stride,
losses lost in the day-to-day . . .
Don't waste your time trying to make sense of it,
the step-by-steps were tossed out with the trash
along with the Revell Zeppelin
from the cracks of your childhood . . .
Your membership has been cancelled . . .
(The updates were worthless anyway . . . )
Go ahead, enjoy Miles's linking of the then
to the sanctity of the conundrum
far from the madding boring shit
as he called it . . .
The year will soon flip . . .
Leftovers announced . . .
Time to break out the resolve
to sort things out and again take on Sheila Heti's
How Should A Person Be? . . .
despite the comfort of entanglements new and old . . .
Engage the throttle . . .
Not sure to where, but that's part of it - the good part . . .
By morning, old everything . . .
Your head channel-surfing for ornaments . . .
'Tis the season, yes? . . .
Cassandra Wilson whispering Time After Time . . .
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| Antonio Palmerini |