Body, Drowning
bodies are so vulnerable
hurtling through space
gaze out the window
pocket of metal and plastic on the asphalt
going --> fast
we look at our
mortality looking back
at us
reflected
reflected
in the window
double irony we drive along a
pool of water
oversized puddle circular like an O
or maybe curved like an S
the road wound like an old clock
spinning our tires and keeping us
off
the
ground
reflecting our path driving along a
backwards S
spilling off the road like her tires
car so heavy
water wet
dense like cream a tea bag
falls through
her car is white
ghostly witches float but if
they are good they drown
catch 22
does anyone know where that phrase comes from? I forgot
she dips like Titanic
nose first
I foretell the future
I saw a yacht in the news
the next day
yachtsinksnearhoodcanalbasinofpugetsound
people on Titanic (I’ve never seen it)
climbed to the other end of the ship
I’m flying
no you’re dying
she’s dying
imagine panic can’t open doors
water heavy first covers
your clipped shoes
your leggings up to your wrists
as you unbuckle it comes
closer can barely move
you move so fast
adrenaline
weight
water is heavy thick like syrup
we look like those stories on the news
“such a shame”
“I can’t believe it”
“that’s awful”
“doesn’t seem real”
but it is and we do nothing
are we desensitized by modern media?
I don’t know and I don’t care but it’s
wrong
only go later to visit in hospital
not all bad memories
the blankets they gave me were warm
colorful flowers
seeing μπαμπάς (dad)
it’s good and bad
people are different in those
paper robes
fragile like paper
tubes sticking out
cuttable by needles and knives
ultimate vulnerability
I stay holding her hand
fluttering heartbeat
she was so afraid of the anesthesia
who isn’t
loss of control
hands off the wheel
spinning out
she becomes more stable we leave the
hospital
I feel my own humanity more intensely
through the
roughness of the floor and the
bruises on my hips and
shoulders
we went to dee distraction
seek distraction to avoid
state of distraction?
I don’t know.
hyperaware of the subtleties of sense
perception
theater lights smell popcorn
sugary coca cola
carpet dense sinking feeling
can I go right through the earth?
Mechanical warm smell of
elevator
metal and perfume and baggage and
old
walking walking walking
to get nowhere
store front glass walls
amber bottles
they look gold with yellowed paper labels
so quiet in here smells like
carpet and bitterness
I want to forget the smell of the
tires
spinning
what are you holding in your hands
young man Achilles
from my dream of the
racing car
is my subconscious catching up to me
anger of some futurist death
I try to leave but he follows
