reading/

“i don’t know, 
i usually have to read poetry 
to be inspired by something”
    b. r. turner. / [on responding to: give me a prompt]


        i read about airplanes today / 
the subtext of them climbing over chainlink fences
  & into the overcast
  & thought/ there’s three boarding classes of goodbyes.
  & how my grandmother & i took turns 
           waving at each other from behind that fence.


i also read on wrist watches/ this is a fun one/ 
that no matter how affordable or expensive/ fast or slow it is/
all a watch wants to do/ is be in the moment
     & watching forgiveness & patience tick forward/ 
     i think to myself/ 
     this is a grand reminder of what we should do / as people


i read on palilalia & her estranged relationship w/ true love
how both things are repeated in the chest width of deep time
                   just exampling here/    iloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyou
   & honestly / both are just the same paperback of each other/ 
           translated in languages that don't account for humor
    so the take away here is / 
  repeat yourself to yourself 
until the ritual of kindness is not only memorized/ 
                               but understood


i read on hot water & the things we put into it/ 
eggs/ potatoes/ sugar w/ water or ourselves.       
either hardening/ 
       softening/ 
       simple sugaring or 
       all of the above

i wasn’t inspired to go forward from reading this 
     simple joy straight from the universe.

   hot water is a dense textbook 
that i’ve only gotten past the dedications/ 
for all the people we did this for



i read at length the medicine cabinet’s silver skin/ 
it was hard to focus on her message/
but like a good therapist/ she makes it about the other person/
           a self help book to follow/