239poem

June 30, 2011

Outside these walls
which are really just kickstands
for ceilings a rush of wind

from a southern somewhere
creeps into the warmness
I save like calories for wading
the cold currents of tradition.

The push and pull pushes and pulls;
my body sweats a purposeful zen.
Why can’t everyday be acupuncture
and cream cheese on nori sheets?

Oceans of generalized love blunt
my landmark decisions with an endless
ebb and flow until nothing cuts straight

but crumbles, for example, baby
why so many texts when my voice
can kiss you through the receiver?

LOCATION: Buenos Aires, Argentina – Went to a Tawainese acupuncturist today and my body feels less arthritic; tonight Valeria and I will go out.

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