i had passed so many times growing up
It was here before I was born and
will probably still be here after I leave
I was thinking up a poem about the tree
when a pigeon shat on me

having not done it strikes
like the panic at the first
time i forgot how old i was

monkey on a typewriter showed me
that they had already written that
monkey on a typewriter
had already written that

sunbathing in blue light only
dazes me awake, tired
of twiching hard drive needles
ceaseless; distraction
as the restless data stream
flows on, on, on.

an algorithm is not a river. data is not water.
to drop it all in a river would make no discernible noise.

i think about it all the time.
it's all in my head;
piercing eyes at a bunny
rabbit, what soul left cannot
out of my vision leave

a spider clings to me
unable to shake it off
lay on a swing bureaucratic
back and forth continuously
the bunny just flops then hops

3 bunnies
3 centimetres

one crow teases another
who doesn't seem to care
it swoops down then swerves away
to just about miss--STOP. just
sorry. that i can only,

i talk about it all the time
i must inspect this house for mould
it is growing in the bathroom
sometimes i fear it could just explode
like a stupidly made electric car

3 houses
3 centimetres

gone far too far without a break
too thirsty to pick a bubble tea
the pigeon chases the one who doesn't
want them to be able to fix me
pathetic(,) chuckle in a bookshop

overwhelmed by all the writing
it's not that bad. could i want it to be?
what if it gladdens me? at least i'll know
your ssd is probably corrupted
let me take a look at it

3 asian grocery stores
3 centimetres

train wrong
train 25-minutes-late
train on too long
i just went and ate
firm and comfy taro on a bed of ice
squared in by temperamental tapioca
i split apart too easy but collapse
through fragile hills of grass jelly
making the most of the time before
it melts away into homogenous ooze

i don't want anybody to know me
but the loves of my life.
why should you know me?

roll for feelings
- back to when you did not care
if i even was
better that way for us both.

you never let me know
my choice of path would bother you so
why is there a right to know me?

both then and now i wish to depart
to a land where nobody knows me.

my body for me only.

tell me, how it would feel

to exchange shoes with you
in the place where arts,
science, technology and
creativity come together.

from up there; can you see
the sun set down below
the layered buildings
that encroach on you?

trapped in tarmac, i see you
stretch out above in fractals
as economists pass you by-
like time, escape!

i just feel like death
every plant i care for dies
even when watered

days
to
weeks

to

months


to


years



help me move a statue
in bed a pose does not bend,
it breaks, brittle,
cold enough to fend off the time
that stomps across it, alone.

help me bring this statue
from bed this pose can bend,
and rise, together,
warm enough to walk with those
who could not neglect them

who would know
the crow swoops down across the track
on a monday morning?
did you get the whole train?
i would have been more impressed,
but still the hint of you sparkled through the noise

i fell. lack
of solid wax,
having melted
i cracked.

the blank canvas gifted to me
reminded me of something new
now i miss you

the leaves in the little jar of bay leaves are running out.
there is only one left,
it is the last because it was smaller than the others.

they left in small groups of three or four,
i made sure to tear them apart as you showed me.

soon only the drawing on the lid will remain.
i will have to decide—
if i will keep it or throw it away.

into the earth
not a flowering plant
watching the sky
intermittent rain
forms the water of my tears
to feel from my eyes
will this year a blossom
from that rot bloom
standing in rain
only to fall soon

august flows too quickly
i fear i already missed it
meu coracao foi
cheio demais esse dia de saudade
mergulhei na onda sozinha
i couldn't see through it
nem sabia
i missed you when you are still there,
vem amanha

little shark
unstable bedroom
dead plant plant alive
desk not mine

bunny plushie follow me
come with me from screen
to screen

sisyphean task laundry elude me

candle burn away: cup for pens
keyboard wake facing a bed

what will be left here when i leave