Poem: 1,000, or While Listening to House
Feb 12, 2023
1,000 tales
1,000 songs
1,000 beats
Each a fragment of reproduction,
Dimensions of the theoretical space
Of someone I have never known,
Profundity like boxes checked
-The old relatable-
She is a sprinkle of appealing,
Differénce at the center of the loop,
A normal peak expressed,
Quaintly at the dinner table or
Menacingly upon shadowed streets.
Bent angles and charm,
There’s a natural expose within the sounds,
Her body reclined at synthetic angle,
Whispers of traces…
The curtain opens to
The gown unzipped.
Undressed,
What is beneath but silence?
