we finally sat, crawled under tables
count to 60
this is more than one minute
we separated mixed matched silence walks
we stood still. swallowing giggles. i rang an electrical bell.
some lie down to their deaths
some refused and silently hung back
your place in space. “i invite you: find your place in space. find your space in place.”
and then: we listen
remember: duets and triads listening to the answerer–after the questioner
does not nod, only openhearted listening
we read along, watch: criticize and disagree
“we are losing our listening”
we are. we aren’t.
can you hear me? can you hear me now? now?
I’m tired of repeating myself. I keep saying the same thing over and over
I am a scratched record. I’ve been trying to tell you…
i think before i say before you are through
i think therefore i say
i care i am listening close. closer
can you listen to the whole truth? without interrupting the flow
can you feel silence? the edges and splinters? does it sting salty or sweet?
how many notes can you play with one deep breath?
can you blow the house down?
we live all straws and cards anyway.