The Trapping Sessions: (Free)

(Eventually: 33 haiku about my transition.)

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Somehow if I speak
the same: (do I speak the same)
negative capa-
bility is just
a word. (Word.) I live in that
compression. Language –
do something unusual
to languish me. Language me,
language, steal my voice.

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Let’s just say I’m the
fish. Yes. I’m the fish begging
tricks for less air.
Compositional
improv is not metaphor.
My voice changed and I
thought I was k(no)wing-
ly. Speak memory, speak. ____.
Memory: break voice.

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Smile (defer) smile, smile,
shimmy. Wink – wait. That’s not my
line. My line slipped.

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A table covered
with t-shirts is a living
room. And who wouldn’t
feel safe in that ray-
o-gram. Where we are only
what the light cannot
prove. (I live in that
compression.) And who wouldn’t
language in whose voice.

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20 minute mustache

I always mistook my face for less sinister. I have only one secret and in 40 seconds that number will become less than three. When I wash dishes first, I fill up the largest bowl with warm water, soap, and silverware in the sink. Notice the rule of nonrecollection. It is paramount to the myth of the sink. On 5th Avenue my dog is under the kitchen table and Shana’s oranges are remembered to the wall, waiting to drip kindly on the floor. Only the fact of what I was thinking there can separate me. Less than a decade but what the sink said was years. Can someone please pass me the Technicolor? The dyad singulared and the space was an honesty. Having lived through the funnel both ways. Little intuition calls the scene.



Look at me, playtime. Listen up. It’s cold in here and I’ve got heavenly. My windmill arms are a wish. You can touch me. You cannot go any further than this. I cannot hold you do not trust me. You can go any further than this. We left the oven on much more in that kitchen. Your hair breaks in and I am lovingly. Go little grass, burn back. Go little ween, kiss kiss.

februate holy field bridge

spurious concomital and loverly
she’s a good boy no matter what he’s our
you cannot be everywhere besides de-
votion resume you are only the places
where I be both tired of the obvious
and invigorate arrive in us arrive in
us temper tiny honesty arrive
not unbuttoning I thought I was dying
point the dog seeking shade in the corner
for the sake of forsaking for forsook
a girder we fashioned from our teeth