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PAINT // WRITE

I paint because it is fun and easy. I write because it is fun and difficult.

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THE SONG OF THE WAITRESS

On the clock

looking down at the thin

minutes skipping in place

looking down on the seated

couple, a fly buzz buzzes under

their table looking down

a wide expanse of floor

like a polluted sky hugged and pinned down

on concrete cold foundation,

worms of carpet grass hold it in place.

Off the clock!

Looking up, chalking

every sound up to chirping

of the freedom birds, up up

and dash it doesn’t matter

wiggle toes, close the door, and away

and up to the self you cultivate

on the fly

BC/AD

BC

AD

A[BC]D

is BC in the middle

of AD seconds

and decades

and all the way back

until they kiss

and then reciprocally

AD seconds will be spliced

among each bite and laugh of old?

Time living in time,

impossibility germinating

bright in a dark cave of numb,

and numbness keeping up.

AD ≠ CE

as USSR ≠ Russia

but I have an old globe

and it shows me the

bergs and landmasses

(as they are) just fine

as I blur my mind

and pretend that there are no countries.