The moon is
neither new nor old, because moon inherits moon. I'm
usually a happy, satisfied person, but not today. I can sometimes
spend time alone, but usually I hit the button that shocks me
instead. I'm a sad American, caught in black & white. The wall
behind me reads No Shit. History's bunk, so I have none that cannot fit
beneath my bed. I sort my memories as a teenage girl does
beads, dividing blues from yellows, greens. They fight me
back, like balls in a lottery machine, dancing. After practice, she
sings in the car, stabs the air with her index. Been around the world, don't speak the language / But your booty don't need explainin'.
--4
July 2014
Notes:
Photograph by Jim Goldberg
"The moon": Dogen
"booty": Jason Derulo, "Talk Dirty"
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