STEPHANIE BARBER what i am worth
1. all things that rise are not necessarily in transit. are not necessarily open and also with interpretation. oh australia. oh latvia and hearts with rainbows propelling ever more hearts with rainbows from its center. all the zen bastards in the world couldn’t hack up a hoe wise enough to weed this wood. tis fucked. tis wrapped like a mummy. tis momilicious and like the telephone communicates for you. with ease and a surprising grace.
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2. there are horses whose heads, when thrown back, wild and angry and mid neigh and whose nostrils are soft and warm and depthless like an ocean transplanted on mars and whose eyes roll terribly round and round with frustration and disbelief and whose bit may be askew or pulled too far back or too far forward interrupting big wooden lincoln teeth and sweat there is sweat there may be so much sweat though it will not drip but discolor the red. suggest black. there are horses whose sweat, wet, instructive and psychic (or what is the reverse of psychic) is and are necessary. 3. because you are numbered i am wholer than i had thought possible. i am here with hands and also i am with now a written word. because i am wholer now i am able to do things i was previously unable to do. never mind what the things are, don’t pester. know that the things i can now do,
now that i am wholer than i had previously been, are impressive. 4. there is no need and in fact it is quite condescending to weep and moan and pull at your hair and beat your chest and wail and wail and throw your body on the ground and pee your pants and in the walgreens stay there on the shiny floor and cry mommy. mommy mommy mommy over and over again because of what you have seen roaming the aisles. what you saw walking around and looking at objects one can buy. what you saw finger a bag full of spatula, big spoon, barbeque sauce spreading plastic black brush thing. 5. if not a time traveler why not a wing? one must learn to make decisions and also one must learn how to do this really really fast. like an auctioneer rolling his tongue around in his mouth for pleasure and speaking is like psychic the way you can really read someone’s mind when they tell you what they are thinking. it is magic. it is not the magic of the young magician at the magic bar. 6. though he is young and was in china to wriggle and dangle some sort of miraculous way. 7. a ghost writer is a charger by the hour. some lines are respite. there is so little silence in poetry because when you stop