from Lost Parkour Ps(alms)
It was someone elsewho wrote you that letter
Yes, I wrote it
Yes, it was someone else
When urgency was an animal
and age a number
* * *
He’s a silly sleeperNow slap my face with a narrator
How many voices subscribe to the unwrittenunderpass of light?
* * *
Ps(alm) for AwfulNow returned from
a place of careful speech
to a place of no speech at all
She said, push him off a mountain
never again
something about voice
The town has no skirtsout
A better replythan to tell the truth
or to lie
something that reveals neither false construction
Stop dreaming someone hates you(and how to love other fundamental problems)
To write what will never be readfor this each notebook was made
I am in a primordial placenot feeling primordial
not arisen
I can still trust curiositiespictures of forsaken sky
text as trust and texture
awnings of inevitable leverage
Beneath the land liesa remote glance
The book of last dressesthe book of oceanic curls
the book of blue