because it's very sleepy

and what i wrote to brandon i liked.

What makes NORTH distinct from SOUTH? What makes a hard line of division possible? What does it mean to have my Japanese-Italian-American friend give me a piece of barbed wire from the DMZ, which was given to her brother, a pilot for the United States Air Force, by the South Korean government as a sign of friendship and gratitude? Importantly, how does EAST and WEST inform this division, this staunch line drawing in the sand of inequity?

If NORTH is as we imagine, if SOUTH is as we imagine, if EAST is as we imagine, if WEST is as we imagine, what is cardinal, what is relational, what affirms and stands across ages, what withers, retreats, alters, subtends the human qualities of affection, longing, the desire to be free of violence, hunger and disease. What is it to make amends, what is to advance, this ray of sound ((silent)) this arc of light ((darkness)) this mountain unduly penetrated ((alarm)) and the shafts of energy that bolt through and through, only later to be monitored as a mark across a distant screen. Buildings rise and fall down, people swarm, are cannibalized, and die. The military wipes its sweating upper lip as young men square off across a scorched patch of earth.

If NORTH is as the sun sets, and SOUTH is the hunger associated with a dilated eye, if EAST is a continuous roaring and WEST what accentuates a curve, then NORTH is a posture maintenance, a series of red lacquered cards stylized to indicate the seasons and our divorce, then SOUTH is a sexual variety, it engrosses or enlarges, beginning with the fibrous white lungs, then EAST is a dynamic synapse, an indicator that goes up as it goes out, and WEST is a blue tinged anodyne draught we quaff afloat on a neon green sea.

the sun---
and then again
casting no shadow
by ours we know
where it stands


the moon--
solemn infirmary
quenches us, discovers
new thirst
(laid open

the world accelerates as it falls into its own oceans
how do i seem, this being redundant and brilliant
redundant and lively redundant and a woman of many shores
several of them in a basic skin

be more valiant than required, etc
a minor graduation

because it is adrienne

it is irrelevant. because it is adrienne it is a small town it is a small place a small thing this book this day this year this job this way of speaking. because it is irrelevant it is petty and small this adrienne this poem. it is this identity it is a few decades ago it is not going anywhere much or very quickly. it is the middle of what is that over there. because it is adrienne it is not poetry because it is small a small place this small thing this book this page this way of speaking is irrelevant.

an open door, yes.
an open window, yes.
the portal, the sun, its bright ________.

(o grant us such generousness

because it is adrienne it would like to be that way of speaking you recognize as ______.
i drive a car and i am. this is assertiveness it is small it is going somewhere. this is the future it is small it is going somewhere. it is lined it is here i am it is not that way it is not that it is never to be that it is small it is this job it is this book it is this way of speaking you recognize, you recognize as _______.

trading in differences, "yes."
trading in delineations, "yes."
trading in "verses," "yes."

(not such a thing this insight or knowledge what is

and what is discrimination is difference is forward is keeping that from being here is poetry.
because it is adrienne it is a sister it is not so forward it is this book it is this way of speaking it is not this not this and no.

(if their shadows walked hand in hand
(o grant us such generous, such insight or ________

concentrate at the sea of Sambong Mountain (day

By attentiveness, we raise the sun from the blue mouth of the sea and transform it into the benevolent god that rains justice down upon our heads. It is on the side of integrity, and because blood unites blood, one side will simply have to die. By shutting the door, you want the mountains to refrain, but they, too, participate, however implicitly. And if their contribution feels scanty, keep in mind that the wind moves with the same intensity as their old dreams. Oh father, I only wanted some scrap of your face to look at, to trace against the contours of my own. Lacking even that, what am I left with but this bag of blood, this beacon that cries out from my heart for a landscape swallowed in noon light?

the feeling of a thing is its outer shape.
a hard line or recombinant gesture makes it true, we believe.
the setting sun meanders from its course in all ways towards us and down.
i was hardly able to get any sleep.

a bright sun, a red dash or frond, this buried burn--
how history astonishes, tracks we rub our heels into as well
and where did you last see
and what and what and what

some storied green inside we equate now with "giraffe"
the figures we idolize, an acquiescence towards proof
as a diamond knows, how emerging
forces of attentiveness of longing of sight

at what time the telling says

at what time the telling says to slow down and go forwards or up

the time being the what you know the shape of it, too, and all

this something being said demonstrates also a moral rectitude

of your being on the down and back lit, the slow side, the trip

as an impossible current, the what they say, i say but who listens when

now all my days are yesterdays a cascade streaming slip back

no time for integration all speaking concurs this ahem along

in agreement with, a cordial, nobody brightens more than i

this shape an outline but dotted who figures and the what we say not me

so total plural so plural we so i conclusively agree agree