Friday, April 6, 2012

real time poem 3.9.12

as ready made

hoard dialogue and spoken

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


"show your soft underside"

creating this

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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