Namespace

thank God I am a

part of who I could be.

thank=pay     

god=gun

do they still have

private meaning?

I think about thelittle graveyard, I get so tired I have to shut my monitors

fit my body

into my body

I believe your

life had value

believe=                      

life=    

value=

body of my mind

body of my body

, try to

fucking think.

Oh Earth, Wait for Me

short walk to clouds

                        under them alchemy

crystals deforming as they contactthe face

open circles vehicles of moistentropic cold

—the computer understandsrain and skin, it just

doesn’t understand rain onskin—

and you your dirty mind hoppingaround like an excited doggess

feeling of crust brought on bymuddy boots

earth so caked so disgusting richred-brown, says

we are connected, you andI—say it

sucking on a cut knuckle

wherever desert there is barbedwire

no, you had to close your fistaround a

cholla stem to say what Gary Snydersaid

communally innocently sexistly? in another time

thisis our body.

riverbed

cottontail was there tiny bat

in the gray sky clearly raccoon

had been there too ask how

I know forgetting there are

such things as tracks

in the wet sand where after time

river showed so slow it seemed

unmoving but by certain

rocks crumbs of earth carapace

around which water gurgles

Swimming

I could not swim but was able to keep

myself safe by not visiting theocean.

Some animals have lungs and some have gills,

what is it called if you have

both, a baby?

I guess I was a baby.

When I could not move I saw my reflection

inside the small cup of tea andknew I had no

reason to be ashamed of my choicesin life.

Then over my shoulder I saw a tree.

A large tree,

its branches touching my hair.

Were you at peace then? Yes, because

I was so disabled.