An extended poem in fragments that are as if discrete collages of a moment or a movement in interior, sensual memory: “movement which resembles still the sound of colored broth.” There are no falsifications of connections, though connections emerge, as their individual realities. “The men’s eyes resemble our desire to have that degree of absent thought.”
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If the way several boys were talking
symbolized my ability
to be associated with a group at this time
you lean toward my direction
cold after your bath
in a body naked
and thinning from after heat
of water and the boys desiring you.
Framework of a pattern
dislocating from its structure
and what one person
has learned
from another person
— from Dissuasion Crowds the Slow Worker