[One Two] Three Poems

Being and Feeling

I’ve felt all along, at
once and at different
times, so damn proud
of being, just simply
being and so not proud
of being, just pure
and simple being. This
is this is how I’d
always be feeling as
one long arm made out
of many short arms shoves
down my throat another feeling
of the same kind that I know
to be not worth a damn.

*

March Unmarch and March

grab
grape
bite soft

slap
grim face
say talk

pinch
sleepy feet
stroll on

abhor
primrose highways
jet pack

tear
folios
set fire

marathon
mind
jog errand

distrust
love
face lust

draw
a void
step in

feel
mirrors
embrace

build
conjunctions
splinter circle

eat
paragraphs
sleep hard

breathe
hyperlinks
wake late

wash
tendrils
stumble

life
—many hypercontexts—
go on

**

A Weak Dissent Does Count

Count to ten.
Count to ten
with your fingers.
Make a hard fist
and count to ten
one finger at a time.
Dance, drink, howl.
Drink, howl, celebrate
as I count one to ten
backwards five
fingers at a time
and make a soft
fist of protest.

***

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