I’m ran through by light and opportunity

I’m ran through by connection and assortment

I’m ran through by charity and amity

I’m ran through by gmail and arthritis

by unemployment and tax file numbers

by feelings that are ours but didn’t start with us

by useable sentences and June Jordan quotes

by boyfriends god and conjugated polyphony

I’m ran through by norepinephrine

I’m ran through by jealous looking

I’m ran through by the pleasure of running out

I’m ran through by disagreements with anarchists

I’m ran through by form and naivety

I’m ran through by bloomin’ notions and nativity

I am ran through by heat and extreme distress that yields only when you’re not asking

I’m ran through by obscure governmental motivations placebos of language and ritual ascensions that stand in for real happenstance replacing my favorite real abstractions with the discovery that the the soul is internal to nothing and weighs more than the accretion of dogmas and PFAS ubiquity on account of which Freddy Jameson is coming back returning from the dead to help shield us from the mounting hitler particles so that they go back below 888 parts per million for a weekend so everything stops feeling like a psyop for at least two good days

I’m ran through by hope

by the promise of perpetual peace

I’m ran through by histories of unlonely deaths

I’m ran through by the red of bottlebrush

by STI tests and the PBS

by woolies bags and sage’s ceramic invention

I’m ran through by lobelia street fence jumping psychosis the oak trees and Xibalba playing in a red brick two door garage three streets away that I can hear on my way home

I’m ran through at a minimum by fraternity and sorority

I’m ran through by every type of mind virus and their primordial source

I’m ran through by not being able to explain the distinction between value and anything

I’m ran through by the loadbearing structure of commitment

by sand and songs and and memories of earlier empires each somehow the most and least violent depending who you ask

I’m ran through by obligations that aren’t bad good actually

I’m ran through by belief and friends

I’m ran through by friends

and their archive

of voluptuous postures