Swimming Class, Fall, 2009

I sank

into my own

water of thoughts.

She,

right,

my leg,

lifted up,

pulled me up,

on the kitchen

sink,

unbuttoned

my fears,

unzipped

that bit

of reluctance

in me,

scratched paths

I had not yet crossed

and dared to look

me in the eyes.

On the kitchen

sink:

the night I learned

how to swim.

The Investors

Blunt

pierces

more barbaric

than sharp

and that's

your card

you roll

cater-trey deice

my face in

polyhedral shapes

the predictability

is high

I bet

you bet

How many chips

are we willing

to spend?

Emotionlessness

to sustain

this call:

turn the cards over!

Diamond

Waves lips

and and

sheets hands

Our particles

liquefy

(one)

yet

these atoms

duo-diamond-solid.

The Linguists

We speak
"when we..."
instead of
"if we..."

conditional
adverb

My pronoun
ad
your pronoun
slip of the
tongue
on that possessive

the book of
grammar?
Skipped!

The semantics of
the verb
"to be"

We speak
"are"
we speak
"is"
as intransitive.

masterpiece

The oil
of my fingerbrush tips
pure chemistry
across
your canvas
your texture
my eyes
blind
and then
we do it:
our painting.

inevitability part 2

When does
love stop?

It never
stops.
It becomes
something else.

inevitability

my trampoline, fear.

Sanitized emotions?

I pass.