erica lewis
from murmur in the inventory

--------------------------------- bodies dream of themselves
the accumulation is undeniable
disorder the mess the non-resolutions
those remains in place of my image
you might start with meaning and end up with frequencies
the little piece that came out but not so little
maybe only because the dissonance feels more accurate
the shape we desire changes
along with the need to bury things alive
the past seeping in and seeping in
forms as silent observers
that dirty fallow feeling
it draws you in hopefully
it stays with you
everything very very angular and small
but you see the ebb and flow
wants to knock you out of your complacency
means to an end that refuses you
thing
significance
thing
and so i imagine my image
lines and eventually shape
the lines we made up
the mere act of willing going to pieces

we watch all of this emerging

you suspect it yourself

if you had cared more you would have remembered

 

 

--------------------------------- at least the acceptance of forgetting
what is not being told not said about us about you in particular
effigies in these circles
circles are endpoints
i wish i knew how to separate the two
but then you just have to take a deep breath and be like it’s ok
in the inside there is sleeping
everything fitting together with gravity like a puzzle
the space between bodies between people it hangs from the ceiling
the distinction between soundlessness and sound
things occur things happen things shift
they set me on fire too
so you have to understand the pieties
these words that sound strangely toothless
messy reality has always pressed itself
in images of the people we might become
i have long since lost my hands in the circuitry
i just say to all of them just lead me
wounds beneath the competence show your bones


the area is exposed

i’m sorry

i just want you close

but you are not close
you are just a little bit happier than i am