remembering how to do things

i forgot about poems 
and how to write them
i can never remember how to write a haiku
until the internet tells me
i forgot about knitting 
and how to knit things
other than simple scarves and tiny blankets
but then the internet reminded me
and i'm on my second spiral patterned hat
whispering to myself, welcome back

uniqlo

all burnt yellow, resurrected canary in the coal mine; he had to tell us we left the oven on and he died again. We knew we left in on. Well, not for certain but in a teleological sense. "On" is the final state of the Oven. Eternal it will burn its way down to the core of the Earth. Who left the Earth on? It's burning. I keep thinking about it as I leave the apartment. As I leave Scream 5, as I walk up to the bar, as I sent down, as I order you a drink, as I take the train, as I walk down to the coastline, as I try and sleep. all burnt yellow, I resurrected the canary in the coal mine and when he told me the oven was still on I told him "You can rest now. We know." 

Y2K

distal shivers, a euphoric heart

is portal to immortal feeling or 

that one original, only pulse 

or seeing dust caught on fire

in that one ray of light 

breaking in through my blinds: 

I remember with fondness

my 9-year old self who 

found a trance cd and when

no one was home played 

it on the family entertainment center. 

I found my fingers then. 

I found them burning embers 

catching the morning drift upwelling

pulled into the ebb and flow of dawn, 

back into the gravitational pull of bodies

too far away, too far away, too far away 

to be within my grasp. 

My fingers found a draw and hid the cd

and I cried knowing what I'd found 

but didn't yet understand. 

 

Catheart

 قلبي قطة نائمة على حضنك

I like it here now

You'll feel lighter

and colder

when I leave. 

See A Friend In Tears

See us brought on, 

see us taken only so far,

see a friend towards the brink of incompletion,

see a friend in tears.

See us cornered by solutions,

practising kindness bingo,

conveying peace,

extracting calm from

this moment with 

the shapeshifter:

a dear friend, 

studded, as an orange, with ticks

antlers locked 

with the algorithm 

alone by the clearing,

he's hunched, exhausted,

shifts again,

we look back to the moment of

the presumed loss in motion

of our friend in tears.