3 poems
And with abandon, we
OR
And abandoned, we
NO
You abandoned
me
AND
In abandoning
YOU
Forgot to be
WHAT
You promised
BUT
You waited
/
Interrogated
And then
WHEN
Everything burned
(again)
WITH
Abandon
WE
Found hope
IN
Each other
AND
Abandoned, we
NO
no
YOU
Abandoned me
SO
Why
does this keep happening?
Disembodiefication
And when I begin to feel trapped in myself I remember
When I was a kid and believed that the boundaries of our bodies brains
Were much more porous
It seemed obvious that if you worked hard enough to leave
(or simply to let go of the habit of staying)
You could take up residence in someone else’s body mind world
And maybe, if you really wanted it, you could give up
Embodiment entirely and float around
In a sea of other people’s thoughts habits
I don’t recall the small matter of what happened to a body’s original owner
But following my own logic, if those borders are so fluid fake
Then crossing them wasn’t any serious violation
I must have assumed that other people inhabited me as well, though I don’t recall
Having any particular feelings about it, save perhaps a dose of jealousy
That I was stuck in only myself while others roamed free.
Dear Distance
To distance
Opening up
Like a fruit that splits
As it ripens
So too we fall
Apart, and together
Build up a remembered time
And you, distance
Cushion the landing
Like white noise
Like fog
Like rushing waves
And
O mar vai derramar [the sea will spill]
Da janela, da cabeça [from the window, from the head]
E à distância [and in the distance]
Entre nos [between us]
Uma fruta amadurece [a fruit ripens]
E racha [and splits]
