the oldest joke
    is the funniest

confused by the structural logic
later , looking back
             at the graphics
                          we’ll see the raindrops
              were filled with static , grain

joy was here temporarily

intermittent truth-telling
            gesture of a living place

two cars
break
synchronously
at the light

what does the world
want us to do ?

love presupposes duality

plagued by trust’s contingencies
flicker sonics , coordinated disruption

the first metaphor
             is the most pure

what does the world
want us to do ?

singing windshield anthems
on the cerulean dot

belief is prayer free from reaction
the mind thinks but the heart knows

will I miss seeing money ?
            eleven dollar water
had to learn
to eat     to walk

the world I loved
disappeared

in solipsism lanyard , premonitory thread
                street colors
warped irreplicable

I could see the raindrops , but not my eyes

              all we can do is what can happen
[ opposition is not also regret ]

prolific absurdities
sparring harder , that’s the fun part

[ speak , stunt , throttle ]
              any three objects
make a performance

magic is the act of voluntary obsession
within my Eternal Theater of Belief

the world I love reappears
I walk around     and even touch it

is a poet living in Los Angeles, working across language, sound, image, and movement. She is co-director of the Poetic Research Bureau. Her recent books include Threshold (Inpatient Press, 2024) and Continuum (Metatron Press, 2023).