Being pulled out of my
language now speaking – witness translate I write – Our
Hands have never lied
Images hide a world –
Images announce a world – describe what you see and go
Open up images – Do you
see it – end of new eyes
What color is the black
bird
Her name begins with the
letter O or L and mine begins with me
not a sound – we haven`t
created anything and lucky for leaks
That there is force
between you and the crushing world is plenty
I want to remember what
dreams are for – I don`t want to know what dreams mean
We will never be trained
well enough like this
There will be no arrival –
I am only speaking into you – Perhaps
the storyteller and the
listener are the same – I write because I don`t know you at all
because outside agreements
are a consideration I know I swore I`d never do it again
words create a
simultaneous entry
The door is closed
The door is open
It began with a water drop
– a drop of water
Textual kinship is good
home training – It began with a text – translating yourselves to
yourself
We are all in here
Can we choreograph my text
– I don’t speak to say what I mean
I speak to our with that I
may discover what I mean
What really needs to be
said – we mustn`t quote each other anymore
Quotes are memory going
deeper into where language shifts you
Write what happened to
your body – where you went – not what was said
You were already there for
so long – what opens us knows only the power of our organs
and collaboration and ears
– I write to tell you I am here
photo by Christelle Geiser
