. wards,
sometimes I float up
in the middle of a conversation
and watch myself being watched
by myself;
listening to my
self listening;
distancing
my self from
my self in order
to be closer to
my non-self;
i am nodding, saying uh-huh,
i am not there at
all
i hear other voices, other dooms,
i am talking while talking;
another voice tries to talk over me in my head
i can hear the narrator from my biographical documentary
being taped years from now
speaking about me like I’m dead
because I am.
and then suddenly
whatever I was saying
and to whomever I was saying it-
all of it seems so
very small and unnecessary;
funny looking.




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iyeoka // February 2, 2008 at 5:48 pm
this is dope.
dance of unemployment was HIIIIIIILLLarios. I do that same dace daily. We must have the same choreographer