In the year before i thought i was in love
Shannon Smith Meekings
The real-media bulk-
linked our live engagement
to self-image. Backwarding
into comp-het situationships, makes you
pack things like that on
differently; the eyebrows.
The laissez faire
banking vigils,
for the girlies.There was nothing
for them to have-
but what
could be bleached-
and hung around
the tips of morning,
like a spanned wing
of mist. In the treacle
of our touch deprivation
we wandered for each-
other- depravity, new
future, to unground
something we had before had
slipped from our bodies. And love-
it was quite dumb really.
The vast of our cravenness-
thickening
our grip to self-
cartographed fuckery.
Whole people, on foot-wanting-
not to be the only
one of them
at the function
alone.