Tuesday, June 10, 2014

mmclxxv

Is never some of ours.
                  —Juliana Spahr

And how this might apply
in terms of I danced in our
spot.  Or I made him take
his shirt off like he’d done
to me the last time we
danced there.  Or then
we went back to his place
to do more.  Or.  But then
I had a near death experience.
Or how these near death ex-
periences keep happening?

Then we went back.  I really
thought I was dying.  Later,
when I must be okay, I am
feeling skittery.  Sure, yeah,
absolutely.  Walking out of
the fog is here.  Did it happen?
Was there a dance on a
dancefloor somewhere
near the middle but yet
off to the side.  Usually
very off to the side.
In the middle

is here.
Data.