This poem starts with silence I have no questions to ask
Virtual violence The warmth of it When it connects us Makes us look cute And fierce Constant contradictions
THIS TIME IT’S NOT YOU
Romantic attachment is a ritual that Requires you to bring all your red flags And kill what’s nice about you
I read your letter again Fell asleep And like a teenager Had a dream about French fries and sparkling wine
No time to contemplate the light or identify bird calls On a lunch break With your ear buds in The espresso guy talking to himself In Italian I think he burned the coffee This time around While two grocery delivery cyclists Are awaiting detachment One smoking the other one laughing I have to get back I’m actually in the middle of a zoom call No really
These words are some of many wonderful results of our project Waving Bodies. Find the other texts here.