the plants are clumsy but in this light, there are enough travelers to call this a formation of music.

photo by marina MArina.

photo by marina MArina.

This city beats its traffic into us. Of course you would call it percussion and I might call it a thunderbolt of forests parading like a holiday of bark and moss. The light caught me at an angle of sobriety and solitude. You never knew me when I was aggressive with my liver. You wouldn’t have liked me when I handcuffed my ankles to strangers and removed my gender in order to survive days. After you left, I noticed a human reading “The Bell Jar” on the 4 train heading back to Brooklyn. I wanted to ask her if it was her first time or fifth and if I had approached her, I might have mentioned that the last time I read it, I tried to kill myself. I am not a fan of warnings or patterns, so I watched her and read along, wondering what risk we were taking. All of this reverb causes my skin to faint into the shadows napping behind my veins. Some of us engage in an annual faint. I’ve fallen once and now I prop myself up against borrowed guitars or humans tall enough to climb my heels away from concrete in order to reach the weather in the sky.

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One response to “the plants are clumsy but in this light, there are enough travelers to call this a formation of music.

  1. I love your style and the simplicity, yet vividness of your words. I love the personal narrative of it and enjoy the way certain lines seek to challenge the reader.

    Also, kudos for mentioning Sylvia Plath (Off topic, but I have a children’s book that she wrote and reading it is somewhat bizarre: The It-Doesn’t-Matter-Suit)

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