RUNNING IN PLACE

Running in the middle afternoon glaze

in place. In placer mining the tailings

slide down. In this way one loses some

essence. The cat retches. I worry. Fur ball?

Around the place where I am not going

I run. Ready to post. The body sighs.

MEAN TIME

in the mean time four chairs
and i occupy a fitf. period

correct the spelling i try to
make. what emerges : shoulder

are the knobs of bones under
flesh. distance from nail to

surface of hand fingers type
along a mind surface. breath

see short intake of curtains
table and shouldering of ten

sion. i try to make. trying
to make. whate watter what

ever i try to make takes a
breath. takes ten shoulder

ing the effort to try to
make. this where with all i

try to make. but then the an
arbitrary decisions cuts the

line. many lines bisecting
neck shoulder trying to see

i try to make the weight set
tled on one side skews the

other. warming up shifting
from one side to th other.

Frame
the man
framing the woman

We
in our
turn frame he

Frame
she and
view them distantly

I
the camera
framing the stances

I
am graphing
instances of porn

I
think. Suppressing
some outward desire

What
desire runs
inwardly rampant here?

It would be nice to begin with oh. Oh this oh that

Breathing out something, a pecan, a christmas light

The clicking of a laptop at rest. A timed resolution

I have no desire to resolve this at the moment

The synapses a short circuit or vital communication

I couldn't care less. Having sought the I for so long

Being timid has its positive points, repercussions

moving quietly amid the noise of the day. Sleepy.

Because back then I truly did not care, I want to return to that fold. I mean the text and the tears along the creases of that time. Time is that room, and an interior of paper and ink, which you say is "not limited." Then I must have built it all myself, and furnished it with my loneliness. I became beautiful in a manner of speaking, and without adequate protection against intrusions I framed the windows and posted my letters. So if you don't mind or even if you do mind I'll return to the hundred rooms mansion, and put on the ornate cuffs and collars left by my former masters and mistresses; I mean, of course, my selves.

Unfaithfully yours, O.