To my aram cara, who knew this poem prior to its appearance here, I decided to publish its parts as photographs. We may never get a chance to see our images together in a picture. Perhaps one of us hands our phone to a passerby after asking if they’d not mind, “oh thank you so much it means a lot to us.” I imagine we grasp hands, walk over to an ancient wall by the seaside on a lucky sunny day. We’re both in big sunglasses, floppy hats, blonde hair peaking out, bright smiles. Our flowing white dresses bought the day before, when we heard it would be unseasonably warm. It’s close to lunchtime. We thank the passerby and we say nothing and I slip the phone into my backpack. Sighing simultaneously, both of us know the value of that photograph. A dream.
Characteristics measure weather
And driving risk factors.
It's late now to turn back.
And where your next paycheck comes from or where
you’re going to get the food you need to eat?
The luxury of wanting to explore the world
Comes as a consequence
Of knowing there’s more
Out there than just us.
The injustice of beginning to know:
We residents of history
Never addressed or linked together and in the end
we realized that we could actually
Find just the characteristics of right now in this moment
As they say, it’s all we have anyway,
That, and our breath. Yet
I don’t know if it’s enough of an argument fit for
Transcending this place
By simple meditation.
A plane perhaps but by breath.
I’m beginning to wonder
If it’s a hoax or if it’s enough.
With so many factors what did you decide to notice?
To hug chemicals regardless of history’s exposures
Or enter into a race so to predict the risk early on by
The depth of pockets of children picked to share characteristics
Just like the ones who are real that’s one reason why I,
The individual, I, the impossibility of me
Having been exposed to intervene or change the outcome
Yet I know my kind of density.
People often talk about it as if it’s what changes as
A response to differences in stress.
Do you remember how many we saw yesterday
wondering whether we have enough information
Oh, we think we do of
The particular and of the extreme
Yet it’s not like we had to ask.
Questions like who is significantly greater our daughters or
Yet I think this example of the injustice of abandonment or
A response to parental death.
What demonstrates that this is a really
A lot more exploration to understand where are the places we can actually intervene,
Places to create need out of want?
Yet it might give us some real information about
From historical vantage points
Those of time past and
In the end under our control, Our personality changing:
The way we
The why we
The where we
The what we
The how we and the science
Of the who we are now -
Acceptable or whether to bet
All of us on the risk of results.
Telling out to the world
What we hope from exposure?
Our right, this night
in these hard days to argue against
Conversations, extreme and uncertainty.
When the web of social networks of
women, spinning stark as anything with dreams of
Growing up to be the silver bullet
And to provide important priorities of what we might do to stop this right now
and to be sure,
To find the cash
For buying time.
Oranges, sweet crude
Delisted love and friendship
Health and fathers.
The buying chits line
The exchange floor
Like clothing once
In the bedroom.
Proof money can’t
In department stores
Perfumed and made up
Stuffed emotions and
Big wide-eyed bears
Into shopping bags.
A glass revolving door
Tumbling onto the gray
Segments of sidewalk
Blowing like leaves
I chase down sealed
Dented cans of hope.
With one pair of eyes
Inevitably you’ll find yourself in a single view someday.
Walking alone without another Pair, your hands empty
Except for your
Pocketbook and calling cards.
Blistered heels and skinned knees -
No one else to help watch the bumps in the road.
Holding up one hand
Hailing any empty cab while
The sun waits on the horizon
For me to return to
No one in particular
A long shadow.
With a single pair of eyes
The myopic make few plans.