Fore Eve
I
go to the 17th street market.
There's a
lesbian in there following me and she's old and needy. I pick thru the
spinach, green onions, etc. and she is looking so interested I put the
goods in someone else's cart. I can't go back.
My dream last
night: my mother was getting fucked on top of the lake by someone's
little brother. My boyfriend is there taking a number.
And it hurts when my boyfriend avoids looking at my face.
There is sickening right after I get off work. It follows me around and I'm thinking of its impeding period.
I'm
thinking of becoming missionary. Someplace where good and bad are
opposites. The children that are crumpled up in their chairs and not
knowing it is you dressed up like a clown. You, ten years ago, bright.
I think heavily about the difference between defining things and measuring them.
A definition is finite, perfect in the sense that it is bounded.
"A mid point has is equidistant from two endpoints of a line. The measurement does not end. It is halved and halved."
For
some reason I have been illustrating this to myself over and over. It
is my way of looking at my favorite graph. The picture of two
asymptotes: one going up, one going down to the same point.
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