D U P L I C A T E S
in a world where duplicate mes exist I would
be a leaf on a branch on a tree on a root on the ground
i would be dematerial
- wind -
a soft boy to the power attorney: bringing the coffee, danishes. my feets rubbing together in my socks together in my shoes not quite together but almost touching. I wouldn't be so angry. In meetings about diversity, eyeballs drooping - my fingernails suddenly seeking my attentions.
If I was a duplicate in a duplicate world exist I would wonder.
the trans person asking me to ask a pronouns. I would wonder - eyes bobbling hands bobbling lips bobbling to the real live right there trans. i think pronoun asking makes the trans fiction no place people uncomfortable when really it a duplicate me that's sneaky uncomfortable. sneaking a woman who wants to be a man who looks like a woman it's unreasonable. a sneakful cis of the devils power attorney, i.
if i was a dematerial duplicate. if i was a spy. i would pull myself out under The steam roller. i would say.
if i was a dematerial
it would be nice
if i was a dematerial leaf eating danishes the gentle boy brang
when a duplicate comes up to you: I Hope You Know That I Wasn't Being Rude Actually I Am Really Aware Of These Things And I Am Progress I'm Not Upset With You What You Said There Are Many Things That Make This Bad Vibes Bad Mixture Of Things Make This Conflict It's Not I'm A Very Open Person Please Tell Me I'm OK I Am A Very Progressive
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if I am a duplicate i sit on the porch listening to the crickets. i am in charge of the internet. a bat squeaks. an overstimulated kitten walks by. you have to come up to me. you have to come up to me after a. you have to come up to me after a _ _ _ _ where you point to racism cis supremacy and i bobbleheadedly did not say anything. i scoff-defense disbelieve down your throat like your throat was a throat of the throat of a throat of someone who is not crushed in an every but crushed like a crushed steam roller crushes.
then i calmly softly gentle white boy said that we should all do better and everybody nodded and we all walked back to the almost home and you were upset and took a shower and everyone asked you to name an instance and you were tired of naming instances of disprovability by clones living not on your world but orbiting your world almost and if you could be a robot mission out past the orbit and never had to stuck on the earth that you sticking to and is stuck in you like sticky fingers but not funny or cute like sticky fingers can be.
if you were a duplicate robot mission in a galaxy far far away you wouldn't have to come up to me whitegentleoppositeofgentle boycismoongazer and ask me to fix the internet so you could e.t. fone home a transmission sent in an email sent in a sniff and a lonely about how i own not just the internet, but the stars and the earth and the cats and your pronouns and all of the gentleness because I I. I get to be the gentle.
C A R G O I S L A N D T HE P LA CE O F A PL A C E OF TH E P LA CE
we shout bloodcurdingly at our the new ones
a boat wagging up the horizon
O H J O Y Y Y Y !
an island that’s on you but never away
OH, JOYYY! i shout, a flamin hott cheetos bag on the shore
OH, BROTHER!! i think in my little cheeto brain
children lousy with handeyes grab us
the looky-loos come and go and come
they bring the penned in snip snaps of lovers too long
they carry shimmering serrated edges in cellphone belt clips
if i am a tortoise dying on the beach i tell them yes
a sleepy professional adjusts his contact
a bird sighs
soon lunch’s done and half heartedly swiping crumbs from their mouths, pawing wallets - the great escape
these humans are made of smells and smells of smells, i think.
if i am a glistening silver sand, made from the tiny bodies of crushed up sun creatures, crystallized and frozen - pummeled by the tides - then i know i have been their neighbor for years and years of years also.
the neighbor to an eye that nevernomore blinks and only gazes with the softness of a neverwatched. we see them coming and just ignore ignore ignore. we see them coming and wonder when they're here, high from all the whale watching - the soft sounds and aches. we, the 5 million dead sun particles, the bigtime harumphing, the nevers and always. the is-was. we look up at the warm waves, and wilt.