1st Cycle + A J Urquidi +
2nd Cycle + Sarah Baker +
3rd Cycle + Nikia Chaney +
MEAT MISPLACEMENT I.
Notes for further research:
A) My belly of a soul can dance sideways to the separation
between meats, but it’ll lie. My body
and my soul are subject
to the same trauma but their proximity belies
B) Someone once misplaced their meat
and I fell off my meat
into the world where meat
and I lie
on sidewalks in heaps.
We begin at a reasonable distance,
reasonable meeting places. I am reasonably
unaware. You advance.
I see you.
I turn. A dashed line. Retreat.
A double pointed, doubled effort
of pursuit to counter my meat’s
Stand off. Our reverse follows.
Reversal is common. Eventually
you simply stop. Change direction,
now you retreat. Altogether. Your meat mirrors
my meat. Startle
my meat. Inspire curiosity with
abrupt counter efforts.
No reaction: respond, reciprocate.
We end both further. Loose
in connection from a history
of interaction – a new
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