welcome to today's session
2026-02-27
so, welcome to today's session.
let's pick up where we left off.
last week we talked about the loss of the specific sensation
that something you haven't encountered yet is waiting for you.
the feeling that the world still had surprises in it.
yeah uhm... yeah we talked about that
how do you feel today?
i feel like, this is a lot of work.
i liken it to giving birth.
more like forcing out a big shit.
go on.
go on about what?
nothing feels new since the last dance i danced
it's almost like seeing life through someone else's lens.
i feel like, the sun has lost its vigour.
lost its home.
i feel like everything is in disarray
and no prophet to say this way.
i mean there is me
but i'm too busy feeling nothing.
but what is there to feel?
what is appropriate for me to pick up
from the buffet of emotions?
you know the cook scratches his ass during his shift
and is a dirty motherfucker, right?
how do you want to read?
poems can unravel themselves as you read, line by line, at a considered pace — or just sit there, fully visible, like normal.
change this anytime — look for “reading: …” near the top of any poem.