Laynie Browne
from Lost Parkour Ps(alms)
It was someone else
who wrote you that letter
Yes, I wrote it
Yes, it was someone else
When urgency was an animal
and age a number
* * *
He’s a silly sleeper
Now slap my face with a narrator
How many voices subscribe to the unwritten
underpass of light?
* * *
Ps(alm) for Awful
Now returned from
a place of careful speech
to a place of no speech at all
She said, push him off a mountain
never again
something about voice
The town has no skirts
out
A better reply
than to tell the truth
or to lie
something that reveals neither false construction
Stop dreaming someone hates you
(and how to love other fundamental problems)
To write what will never be read
for this each notebook was made
I am in a primordial place
not feeling primordial
not arisen
I can still trust curiosities
pictures of forsaken sky
text as trust and texture
awnings of inevitable leverage
Beneath the land lies
a remote glance
The book of last dresses
the book of oceanic curls
the book of blue