live action

she says hello as if the train were a fist
she homes studio, shared by one, two, and minion
recede like that,
an old brown trunk under the window
loose clothing
a partially obstructed view of the city
one , two, and the tissue that clings to your bones
it homes and hammers,
enacts again another bracing
immortal back alley dumpsters
a move through yourself,
not unlike the way he used to move through you
either way, hills
we built a modern city so we could disappear
we tasted morning coffee
dipped sculptor’s fingers
adopted lexicon
american in our spending
we were one, two, ten thousand
waiting on alteration
in groins
in the different colors that water takes on
the heat process in branding
reflections a continuous passage on those city trains
flimsy landscapes as bobbing heads
we tore ourselves up when there was nothing else left,
and still we looked just like us.
tunnels came, and against that outside blackness,
the interior lights,
readers in the curve of cash taking and hollow making
outwards, opportunistic entry and exit
echoes of one. two. and permeating permissible.