10.23.2020

the future the signs the leaves your face

In the brief rented rooms of our randomized 
uncontrolled experiment 

nights seem to last longer when I count
one Mississippi two Mississippi

not doing much
only watching you sleep now

your mouth a little bit open
my mouth a little bit open

Why are you so uneducated you once asked
It's true I can't read music charts spreadsheets

the future the signs the leaves your face
the racing forms

But stats ok yes
Statistic of impermanence

statistic of desire
YOU WERE HERE

says the silvery green light of time
breathing in and out like any mortal

eight Mississippi nine—

[Catherine Barnett {1960- } 'Appeal to Numbers', from Human Hours]

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