I think repose is a tree with individual leaves is an action that you see through wet lenses; it is un-shocking

A horse is a horse of course, majestic on a city sidewalk.
Center and I can now, or look at that fucking rock at the corner of Fifth and Forbes,
these pencil drawn pearls act as gates, I win fingertips and a dried gum dalmatian 
tessellation of a crumbly rubbed sidewalk.

If you’ve been blurry then worn glasses (if you've never not wondered how many leaves were on a tree, just quit now and look at the hegemony of your grass) you know 
repose is a tree with individual leaves.

1 appointment with unexpectation and 
I win the ability to misplace, to mistake green for red, elevator for a bed,
untied shoelaces and a busted open report card manila envelope full of Chuck E Cheese tokens or tickets, 
are you following? do you understand that it could really be either, 

that is the fertility

I redeem that day
I still cut corners out of efforts to be swan and
stock families of wrinkled shock white paper men multiply like acceptance letters to Hogwarts on Sundays and when I overflow into the pot of collection I am reminded that artifice is rubber and circular like tires and I hold brakes 

the tumble into noknowledge:

We were talking about the amount of sky that I see, the dusty rainbow greyscale of broken equal sign integers that predict that save lives and I held brakes in one hand I tried to stop the treadmill the not-even-hegemonic-just-repititous zshwoom zshwoom zshwum zshwam of me speaking and people believing so this time I dove the length of a movie theatre popcorn bucket and made nothing up asked for no flowers had no props didn’t even scout the location myself it was just there and then I was near enough to be clear enough to pour mirror into the shape of soft woman asking me,



"Is that hard?"



Deciduous that you asked, count the leaves on twig, twigs on a branch, and multiply
How many leaves on the average tree? You’resoquick
Who have I come here to kid,

‘Is that hard?’ no one has ever said that to me.

previously moored 
rollercoasters have height limits 
I braided my dreams into a fantasy of no excuse 
then rope fell from the sky and coiled perfectly in front of me

Dear god please make me a bird 
I have few memories that are this strong that haven’t thawed
you sat by the window, broken equal sign integer child
and made prayer hands, a gesture without 
I've married the feeling of cold glass on my cheek, nose, damp darling face 
to the flickering desire of so I can fly far far far away from here
you went back to the drawing board so so so many times 

show your work

I dip into glass, intuitive compass once cracked, and now my affair with facts has softened 
has billowed I’ve been blown and smashed and have become mineral, ore, and fragile root system of 

I memorized 28 digits of pi during lunch detention 
I hadn’t shown mom my report card
and I thought posters that said “Believe in your dreams, have faith in yourself, shoot for the moon” were the stupidest things I had ever seen

At some mile marker I made promise to be useful
At another I swore the tendrils of truth-in-whim were a grown man’s harvest
I know how to prepare for winter in the winter and how to abandon progress if summer arrives in september 

I gravel and reported on a confidential questionnaire that my Reason for Visit was ’The General Malaise’
My medical history at the University popped up, 
4 letter acronyms that I wore occasionally, 
like soft shirts with proud fading logos and loose fits and a signature hole

The #’s are 3.141592653589793238462643383 my eyes were closed
An average adult, mature, healthy, tree has give or take 
hundreds of thousands of leaves 

After you’ve washed soiled knowledge from the cartilage,
were the parts you noticed a springtime green or were they a deep translucent burn of red?

are you following? do you understand that it could really be either, 

this 
is the foliage