Friday, April 6, 2012

real time poem 3.9.12

as ready made

hoard dialogue and spoken
observation


the mass of content w/o form
material never makes
it to a surface

(my Madonna gloves

in kindergarten Halloween parade. Chocolate chips got smooshed
in the lace)

to be with easily

casual

"show your soft underside"

creating this
kind-of
empathy

for people you would have to
be really close to to not
hate in real life

on Twitter

, where this blog lives now. because it can be read and posted to through that app, one-handed, on my back, by a body of water, or in the cool olive green light above my mattress. This is articulation my spine had not dreamed of before.

My blog lived on Tumblr for a minute

because it is so much easier to access from my phone. fallinginrealtime.tumblr This is the feed. No, I don't like it. I can't add another virtual box. I'll make due with Twitter.

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