mannequins on zip lines -
some things seep into yr skin
with these winter winds, i guess.
i see figures out of the corner of my eye but when i
whirl to find them they vanish
into my own crimson reflections.
no more shortcuts, no more
leaps and bounds and dismissals.
he called me to come taste the sunny day like
a drop of molasses sweet and sharp and slow
but i was on my feet for ten hours
dipping and bowing like
a marionette instead.
i crave this anonymity though i've been
bright-locked and bright-eyed for too many months
and i sort of just want them to stop saying hello.
you know how the city as a mechanosphere of
diagrammatic assemblages
keeps us sliding into each other
in daisy chain circles at night.
we used to marvel at our eyelashes but now i just
fall asleep. did i ask
yr permission or yr name?
please tell me how to drift across
an imposed terrain till i stumble on
my own dragging shoelaces and
crash slam fall into a mouthful of dirt.
these days we try and act like we're unstoppable, unstartable -
mannequins on zip lines but
i think it's time to smash some mirrors
& leap laughing into our seven years' bad luck.
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