29 May 2014

you spoke

you spoke—

and you
watched me with a detachment
that can't be learned like

In a basement, the crowd surges
and here we are strictly one mass
suspended in sound, beat
but we're all foreign

bodies. Just 

if you look close enough I bet there's dust and dirt
on your skin

and I'm practising you,
stopping in a bathroom stall
to mouth the words 
and the word you spat at me
'phlegmatic' I became that too

When they say,
you're beside yourself
is it because you can no longer stand to be 
inside yourself

for grief or joy?

I'm no longer here, 
an idiom

Axiom. Axiom.

Varia Karipoff 2014

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