L e a h N i e b o e r —

WHERE I GO EACH NIGHT TO INCREASE MY KNOWLEDGE OF THE GODS OF THE WHACK

self/shining feverish

an onset of suddenness

slopes underneath this

repercussive heaven of girls tight-lipped &

unfastening/ bodies becoming more still & more listening

analogous to a state of grace

acacia foaming

a holding station

in the air

beeping and flashing

a circle growing smaller by the hour this is not

how I am

henceforth vertiginous

henceforth in secret

chain link catching

the sickness of the bird

the neighborhood

her sacred geometry of circling

cassettes of also

in the girl

the orange neoprene wish/

landscapes, guttertalk

the illumination zone is yet below this

it’s all over my pneuma

a derelict ship

gasping in the mesosphere

in the wrong season

the lips a city running over

the balconies here and there

no/place

not rained through—

nonetheless I think I am beginning

I was struck in reverse

synapse by synapse

crept along with the subtle movement of the grass

the rattle of the leaves

how we stole through

the little grove of trees & please know I am sending you constantly

escape velocities

& the globalized blur of zipping June

insects & the rising desire

of biting departures

the drip

becomes the heavy

melismatic silence wrapping

the last party

this side of the rock what is this water

I feel funny

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