when i was deep in grief, i thought i wouldn’t move again and then i moved again loss makes people crazy i moved like i was crazy. the great poet came, she came and she said, “i love New York because we like to suffer. People in other cities don’t like to suffer like us.” a day later, i was removed from the men’s restroom, made some joke about Duchamp, “you’re in the wrong one tho” is gender better than utopia? there’s nowhere better than this is better than now there’s nowhere better than this is better than now there’s nowhere coupled beings whether they be darling divined. it buzzes. i can’t wait to put my hands on your body, our secret signal thread, woven + woven. one’s, one’s own identity, own space own weaving, tapestry for intimacy, only for me our secret thread look at her dirty high pony, mounted on the wall like a moose, the thought of pulling hair in an institution such as this, the er...