[ w/ bright green large format dot grid & black ink ]
some molecules leave a syrup behind, it pools
reluctant to gel anywhere in particular. some turns
of phrase turn green when you’re not watching.
some haunting isn’t haunting, it’s host-engineered.
what’s one more bump if we call it something
broader. what’s one more yelp mutating back too
close to its original. what’s that one familiar digit
in an unfamiliar number. some technology removes
its own buttons, but slowly: no one plays fabric
the way that you play fabric. no one stops the move
before the end of the move the way that you stop.
no one wants to keep knowing their own circles
having been handed squares but color reveals and
revolves, color sneaks out of you, color gives you
away, color sends you back. you’re dull and color
knows it. you’re down where color is up. smear
your face, it doesn’t make a difference: some
molecules were there the whole time.
thank you for this moment to think about molecule secretions, molecule secrets. the momentum here compels:
color reveals and
revolves, color sneaks out of you, color gives you
away, color sends you back. you’re dull and color
knows it. you’re down where color is up. smear
your face, it doesn’t make a difference: some
molecules were there the whole time.
“some haunting isn’t haunting, it’s host-engineered.” is giving me all the feels!