Monday, April 2, 2012

real time poem_not dated

get out of the shower, cat
on bath mat, staring. I change
the words of Funky Town to meowmeowtown
and now know I am slowly getting better

we’re all swimmers at first

that which

has a choice because
the wound back
is so good

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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