by Bernard Cohen
I am in a seat. I am seated
(Missy) with my nerves out, these relevant glances
Can work towards some kind of relevancy but it is scattered, code-
like, a terrific,
or terrifying, update to the structure of your lot.
New trees can be built there but there is nothing to latch
onto. It’s the same year somewhere, we always have nothing to latch
onto, when you are trying to tell me something, I am still seated
within a budding traffic culture, you acted as if your knitting curved a lot
that year, I felt trafficked by those glances.
Not planted there in any sort of terrific
way, but later territorialized into lines of code.
As these sanctions tend to lift, I tend to code
my words into that particular way of feeling, latch-
ing onto the particular feeling of terrific,
or terrifying, language. Missy knits in code, seated
outside, as a cloud forms above her, glances,
out at the trees planted at the edge of the lot.
You need to demonstrate those trees in your knitting, I need the whole lot
to be visible most times of year. Unspoken social code
is later captured in her knitting, we lack demonstrative glances,
we connect our social graces. You might allow me to act like latch-
ing is an unnecessary connective element, to your acting, to being seated,
the crew trafficking in angled, terrific
terror. You have a sterile quality, that while I feel is terrific,
always stays in its year of origin. We kept a lot
of variations of the same dynamic this year. The dynamic, which was seated,
quietly knitting outside, while the storm became code-
d. Looking up, roiling in the sky. Clipping the same phrases as a way to latch
onto language. Punishing your hack glances
with more knitting about your glances.
Stories about the glances, copies of terrific,
affected relationships. Knitting as a way of making prizes by latch-
-ing onto the lines planted outside the clouds above the lot.
I will take code
into account, you knitting while seated,
you latching onto the new software of social glances,
you are later still seated as if knitting is for sharing terrific
acts of grace. The rain started as the lot etiolated into acts of code.
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