Perspective Matter

By | 13 May 2024

(after William Kentridge)

I’m going to outer space
to find out if any birds live there.
Just like time and space are relative
magic is a matter of perspective.
The sun blesses the pickles
with yellow flowers
when they’re still cucumbers.
Seeing underneath what is visible.
Latent potential.
A Lithuanian woman wearing a honey cake on her head
to take on a plane to her lover in Berlin.
A Hassid in a bar called Cock
pretending he is lost.
The frog in a stork’s gullet
croaking
everything is going to be okay.
The connection between disparate things
brings us closer to meaning
like finding the sun blessing you
like a blossoming pickle.
I was in the Lithuanian countryside
in a Jewish cemetery
between weathered graves
and broken graves
having an allergy attack.
I was in a tube in London
hearing
A FULL STOP DEVOURS THE SENTENCE WHOLE
instead of
MIND THE GAP.

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