“the fragility of we” by Maya Weeks
“And how do you perform?”
“You go from anyplace to anyplace.”
-Anne Tardos, Jackson MacLow, Artpool, Budapest, November 1993
applause drives black cat
from living room
*
self feels feeling
returning to body
*
there are places
we can go
where our friends
are gathered
*
humans! i am shocked
by how many rules we have
for how few we follow
*
part of being subject
is being able to act
bitter or sweet
*
sound coming
from plum lips
a quick surprise
*
up in the air
like everything
*
i am walking
into myself
*
looking for
your colors
*
if unimpressionable
then unimpressed
*
if i can self-differentiate
by god i can do anything
*
if i can do anything
by god i am god
*
rain graying
fast approaching
night’s capacity
*
i’m pretty good
with my math
for the time being
*
orders completed
resources depleted
*
the future is casual
the divine is here
*
the first few days
of thinking backwards
are always the hardest
*
don’t get shook
*
circles like cells divide themselves
*
it is not always clear
who knows someone
and who is a stranger
*
it doesn’t matter how big you are
in the poetry world
you’re still just a name
*
john ashbery
eat your
heart out
*
this is not a group this is just some people from the neighborhood
*
talking about purchasing
an airstream RV
talk about owning your own home
before age thirty
*
i can’t help but
want to dialog
about language
*
the only way
to get a good reading
is with the tongue
*
how beautiful music
how gorgeous humans
how tortured we
*
all of this is fluid
but everybody’s acting
like it’s fixed
*
nobody’s saying they’re not up for flux
*
from spectacle to spectacular
a glance is acknowledgement
*
to look away is to admit
to having wanted to see
*
i want if not love at least affection
i want to be affected
*
being a process
becoming passion
*
this is not a state that looks familiar
but there are parts that are graspable
*
you are magic when you evaporate
i can see the salt you leave behind
*
if i can’t find you
when the national guard comes
is it because
i looked away?
*
it does not
feel safe
to be alone
*
lacking ability to abstract
me from circumstance
and us from endeavours
*
we know what we’re against
but who’s to say what we are for?
*
a fatty accent mark
makes a mockery of meaning
*
machines are needed
to make machines
*
when we don’t know
how to get to us
we parse silence
*
you’re supposed to think
these kinds of things through
*
but if you don’t
you can decide afterwards
what they mean
*
at the end of the night it is i who is alone
with the harvest moon setting
*
uncertain where to plot
a body extraneous
*
not lonely
just misunderstood
*
the difficulty
in connecting
with people
not imagined
the way guilt is
*
to be worldly
is a blessing
or a curse
in a small town
*
you chose to be here
and you can return any time you want to
*
peripheral vision defined
by field of heirloom carrots
*
no time for bodies
no space for tears
*
wanting to feel better
feeling fine
*
why go to new york?
*
new york
is coming
to us
*
everyone around us
are the only people
we have
*
that was glass cake
we are kusikia and we are
going to play
a bit louder
*
slow and cyclical
a measure of success
*
everybody is just barely holding on
it’s interesting to see what they choose to hold on to
*
you can interpret it what
you want it it’s your brains
*
no need for a kiss fra münchen
when there is someone out there
who knows there is nothing like texture
*
people are changing
their minds
*
we believe our dreams because
they are self-referential
*
i’m sorry i have to take away the candle
here’s an electric candle
*
that fire sure looks nice
if only we could feel it
*
sunrise upon
bilateral pink horizon
all the sounds in the world
scratching in
noisy
beautiful
where is my love?
*
one likes to wake up in one’s own bed
when one has spent the night dreaming one is someone else
*
where we come from
is not so important
as why we left
*
good morning america
i am on the verge of dying
of laughter
Copyright © 2012, Maya Weeks