you try not looking despite your curiosity
try to otherwise
until you make up your mind / to learn to fly
What hierarchy / suggests / your impending / fruitions?
because all people everywhere / know that knowing causes / the greatest sorrow
It’s just a matter / of how many layers / of “me” you release
This writing is less the craft heavy and prosody poised work that keeps process hidden behind closed doors of the poet’s writing studio and their intellectual hesitance, and more the freestyle, live over home-made beats push for moments of flow.
Now I have fancy looking cards with my important information on the back and I can be confident that I won’t miss another possibly interaction with interesting people.
(The obvious difficulty in producing individual collages, each to be given out as is, quickly became apparent…but still, in the name of process I, the editor, continue)
I mean, I’m not trying to be Patrick Batemen.