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I Am Asking You To Look At Me, Touch Me, Talk To Me

I have this to say, Something was going to happenand then it did. Our gestures exceededthe speed of light. They were practicalefforts. Practical efforts, such as raising chickens.Such as, someone buying many hotels!Such as, standing and standing. Processinginformation in your sleep. When you builda fire in the snow it’s a speculative treatmentof certain problems. I feel better when I feelbetter. Let me explain the agreement. Or elseyou explain impossible colors. Impossiblecolors are a catastrophic visual failureand not impossible. Not a ship sinking. A shoreout of shape. Some things will get lost. A neck.The circle running. A true yellow blue.There are always competing signals from onesystem to another. There are options regardingthe ice. We can lick it or cross it. Further informationwhen you want it. Information always blinking.A chime that rang. I fluctuate by night. I fluctuateby night. In my head is a station where youpractice landing.____Emily Pettit is the author of two chapbooks How (Octopus Books) and What Happened to Limbo (Pilot Books). She is an editor for notnostrums and Factory Hollow Press.