In That November Off Tehuantepec
before negation + the nonchalant surprise of its opposite
after the revolutionists stop for orangeade
at the same time the most your poem can do to support a movement is to give someone a papercut
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speaking of mirrors I think of hemispheres
a cross section
the fishers like Antipodes in Shoes wearing their canoes on their heads
+ the dark Hemisphere now like one of them that appears
this means there’s a dotted line that juts through everything like for scissors
+ night is falling everywhere
sometimes you’re up sometimes you’re down it’s true
the flowers like guns
ramparted
but the hemisphere insists on itself rather than its sidings
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my godmother worked at the envelope factory for 50 years + she still wakes up at 3:00 AM
you asked if she liked it I said I didn’t think it crossed her mind
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an envelope teaches me my friends there is no friend
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every morning
like all disciplines they discipline
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it meant something that’s easy for you to say no it isn’t
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my no there
is friends
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how many speakers come into the page briefly
+ what they say becomes us
+ what we say is we are still whole
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an ex in blue painter’s tape on a broken window marking a stranger across the street
who we swear we are
+ what is thrown at glass
no part / remains
that is surely you
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a hemisphere that is actually an envelope
we’re glass
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commensality despite the ears everything is made of
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a version of Vallejo
who calls 11 is not 12
as if bid I make a fist in my dream but it always comes out limp
without going beyond the infinite 360s most words loom profitlessly
where both hands hide the other bridge that is born to them
the border returns
the integers are not enough
wider / wider / my fellow feeling for
the border a baton that follows the ineffable
same only more her to each high
sprain
you see what it is freely
that’s the difference
how much ointment lacquers the bridge
that reaches even the mouth
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what wets an envelope
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we want to stay what we are
the state is small that we’re in
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an ear is an organ
a bisected view of a sea surface full of clouds
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the science of last things
the stippling of science
scissors
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what is the opposite of a blue ex?
amaranth
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amaranth banned
the conquerors fearing it would stymie their conquest
the fellow feeling for God nonchalantly + negation in the name of
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tines or teeth dragged over mowed land
an implement reaches even the mouth
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fellow comes from cattle property capital
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what about the other side of any page?
I’m talking about papercuts
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a bisection is a bridge arriving from always going everywhere
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a version of Lorca
beautiful baton border
bridge
your hair aims at the antipodes
+ the hands open / wider / wider
I you for feel
soft ice your tongue calls
friends watch the antelope disembody itself
sleep
the side itself hums
the Americas drown + cry at the same time
the Americas don’t know first came which
negate the flowers guns words
ramparted
the dark hemisphere appears
the present is the state of the papercut
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the edge + the point come from the same root
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rope series
a flax ex
fiber
blade
egg
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an antelope leaps from the envelope of your mouth into the bridge the hemisphere subtends
this is how we hear
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what extends under a flower to support or enfold it without being a gun
this is how we are to hear
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lately I’m resisting an attention to a new species of antelope
well new to me
whose flanks are stippled
between them
organ
music
the pressurized realness of continuity called a movement
pressurized air is called wind
Lattice After Your Advice 4
It is such a cool night
No matter what our heads will remain cow-shaped and we will try not to tip
Petitgrain / Pleonasm / Parallax
Climbing the palm palm by palm
Leave be
You are so excited about your new bathrobe
You say your favorite genre of music is R&B complaints
Mine is well + comma
as in well
I should bring the kids a couple spiders shouldn’t I?
Look who feels a bit chilly without their croquet mallet
Should have remarried
What should have remained an adjective and never become a noun
will bring us to the end of our century
in no particular order
The earth is translucent if you’re inside it
It is such a cool night no matter what
A dog ear makes a square
that suggests destitution and constitution in one gesture
ahead of you and even further ahead of you make
before you
Make
sorry that we are
true though it is
The earth trying to imagine what the opposite of the opposite of laïcité would be in English
as did the story Rauschenberg sent his mother Dora frozen mangos before visiting
and the caretaker cut a flip into Dora’s wall
making a hole
but not in any of the paintings
the story ends
what hole?
As Dora said
tough titty
baby
There is a hole in every word
There is a hole beneath you when you are cow-shaped
It is cool air
The cool is a very small one
tonight in no particular order
it is there as though you were hugging it
the green twigs of the bitter orange
the redundancy of each expression
the apparent place
being tipped