if he could have seen himself in any eye other than his own, like the secret camera the boss kept there in the top corner, he would have seen
a stupid looking man in swimming trunks. I need some pulse in my face some vin in my veins he said as he came awake because of the chlorine in the hot air \

the chlorine was like coffee it tasted good and he still was young enough to sit around the side of the pool.
then came the the knock on the door as the maid called on everyone to leave for cleaning.

this is the most important thing you will ever do (said to pregnant women)
yeah, i had a black roommate (in college)

the sounds of the birds as they fly through the sky is astonishing this time of day
it echoes like a funshot through this canyon of regret

i believe, said me, that this is the and i swerved to avoid the sensation of pain.

pas de deux

pater
mater
matter

Innocence at that age is a strange creature
Urban wear etched a vacant holiday
Paradigmatic flurries dormant
A glacial bonfire
Risk adverse attends dust to dust
A parade of terminal heads
Avaricious
Pretense to the status quo
Issues blood orange a carnival of stealth
Flimsy reckoning

Violets also
put up the tallest
buildings
so that it’d be harder
for bodies
to live,
they love
with their teeth
clenched tight,
they dream
about violet
seas,
they go to war
under violet
flags,
and they die
on violet
bayonets!

from ye-ye songs

How people are stacked together,
On top of one another
In the sands
Or touching in an elevation
Like steps from foot
To mouth and on again.
What perversions still are white grains of land
Or twinkling in the ornate summer grand canal.
Four words and we all begin.
I am a sinner and here is the sin:
I saw this painting and had all this in mind
And so the winding staircase fell and so did
I.
I tried to comprehend
But that was like being foreign
And never seeing a crumbling sandcastle
Flooding as
of  a worthy find
Yet this I was talking to the traveler as he wrote
And spoke like his wheels upon a sod of mime
Which didn’t move, were broke.

On this side
of mirrors,
by the marshes
of glass,
next to hands
that creak
like doors,
there live the yellow
descendants,
they button
daisies
instead of buttons,
on their teeth,
instead of on their shirts,
they watch
legs
full of seeds
like sunflowers
that follow the sun,
they pluck petals
from them
to better see
horizons
and their own skin,
they marvel at their fingers
that pull
endless blades of straw
out of their cheeks,
they water their names
with water
no one notices
under the print.

The mirrors turn yellow
like paper
and menstrual blood
full of shiny
scissors
cuts them up into strips
to get rid of
the traces
of babies’ feet
from the rusty stains
on themselves
and on suspension
bridges.

from ye-ye songs

Arbitrary synecdoche cactus field
Dark artica
Fields

Hurtling directly into your path
It’s the river synth
Pressed into a sentiment

Blinding disgorgement
Spherical particles cut tracks
Mute sea green

Polyphonous serpent sparkling

by Elmira Oktayevna Elvazova

I like the way you leave me.

After the rain.

The way you came in.

I like watching you leave me.

It reminds me of desire.

The way you came in.

If you’re leaving you should stay

to watch the way I leave you.

We can go on this way

for years.

We will be old.

And it will be the last time.

When you came in from the rain

you brought the rain in

and I thought:

I’ll make it mean something.

I’ll stay.

No I won’t.

You know me.

You know me and you know I won’t.

Still, I’ll love a city.

I’ll love any city that will have me.

We went downtown in the rain.

Together.

And it brought me to you.