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Diandre Prendimano

08 Apr Diandre Prendimano

SKY

 

I nowadays completely
recognize aspects of myself

in certain actions of the sky
the sun rises

over the edge of the city
hello beautiful pink flower

I now think I will walk down the street
in this funny way

hello familiar shaped trees

hello familiar metal
hello brick cubed

and stacked
against a brightening sky.

 


 

ANOTHER DAY

 

Fragments
cutting out clauses

the sea
your ankles

I am
on every possible axis
a terrible person

in this spare room
someone must have built

for this precise activity.

 


 

HEADS

 

Heads says we go for it
get in the cab

at least one gin and soda

depending on the humidity
and it’s heaviness

the direction of the release
gravity pulling down incalculable

wind speeds
the distance between Earth and Mars.

 

FINGERS

 

To believe in my own fingers again
touching each thing I love –

my nightstand, chair
floor

little things I have long forgotten
under the bed

my bed
smelling my fingers

examining my fingers
against whatever I am touching

 


 

RAIN

 

The grey weighing down, the sky
pressing down against the horizon

the way it presses down before a storm
the way you pressed against me and said nothing

strange enchanted silence
dream-like silent suggestions

in the rain there are no divisions
one person in the rain

is so much like another
person in the rain

they move with grey weight
in shapes of grey shivers

pressing against whatever presses back.

 


Diandre Prendimano lives in Montreal and is originally from New Jersey.

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