from NOTES TOWARD A POEM REVOLVING AROUND THE MOON

 

 

My life is one thing

 

I turn the light on

 

I turn the light off

 

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solipsism // heliocentrism

 

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Today I saw a sign

 

SELF STORAGE 1

477-6000

 

and another seen

all the time from the train

 

SELF PARK→

 

 

Is this where people keep

themselves? which brought me

to a street sign that said

 

MOON→ 

 

pointing where to go but

also to the rising thing alongside it

 

in the air

 

things come into

their own relations

 

whether through parallax

or a cosmic crash—

 

call me Big Bang from now on

 

Red / Yellow / Green

 

We keep on moving—

 

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In art class, we’re doing self-portraits

and a girl asks, “Should we put our beauty

marks in now, or later?”

 

One looks like a cratered moon.

 

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sky blue sky blue sky blue sky blue sky blue sky blue sky blue sky blue sky blue sky blue sky blue sky

 

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to no music

 

a girl is grinding

her stuff all over

the train platform

 

I move around her

 

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known world // known word

 

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“Cloudy Meanings: A Defense of Poetry”:

 

You don’t get the sky, but love it anyway.

 

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I was alone for many hours oh

in my dark little room

 

so sick so tired

 

then I ran into

Walgreens and said

 

“Excuse me.”

 

The clerk picked up

the phone, put it on

 

intercom, but couldn’t remember

what she was going to say.

 

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My sister showed

me the grainy picture

of her at 7 months.

 

“Is this a sonogram, or outer space?”

 

She rolled

her eyes.

 

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“the sky is the limit”

 

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I love cloud shadows

filled with

air

not the fluffy

things themselves.