after ‘magnesium’, which is after ‘oranges’, which is after ‘snacks‘
standing still in a swimming pool
refusing to use the vessel for its given purpose
to smash glass all I must do is touch the reflection
the meniscus like skin against my lips
a figure submerged in fluid submerged in a city
beyond the walls are bodies of wandering surface tension
waiting to be kissed or broken
like ice cubes in a glass they clink together in the streets
I’m glad to be liquid around them
I’ve stopped having dreams where I’m in a different country
my brain has cleared the cache
surrounded by our disappointed baggage
we memorise state capitals and it feels like we’re going places
the fraction of the source still yet in the the seed of the empty bite
years rise up like a shark’s teeth
for a long time I promised myself an optimism I couldn’t eventuate
another godforsaken year of resilience with
life’s infinite capacity for administration
too tired for another chapter but crawling crawling crawling on
it’s fourteen years since I’ve left the country
I am rich in friendship and love and local municipal experiences
and there were years like vacant sockets where none of this was
attainable
everyone I know has dental problems
and we’re all stuck with human teeth
but I’m lucky to know so many people
and it’s so good to be reminded
that we ascribe meaning backwards
is it meant to be?
the point is, that it is at all
avocation means work done for joy
I delight in taking one last heist every day
I forget the time lost to self-imposed embarrassments
I hated the waiting but
I’m relieved that we happened
I’m ecstatic that we are
if you can’t be someone’s ancestor then fossilise outwards, laterally
rise up like a shark’s teeth, like the years
be as good to as many people who are still alive right now as you can
we all birth each other in our ways
