NO SPITTING / NO RADIO PLAYING ❋ Georgia Faust

as no one other
has beens

I thought I was building a Ponzi scheme but midwinter scrolled backwards

because explosions
flatten
hand printed
community logo
The thigh schemers
downed feathers
incorporated
moon walk

I could have walked to Jay Street in the time it took to impersonate a shareholder

elder berries
contagious eternities
hip hip
hyper extension

I woke on the shuttle bus unknown hands in my hair in public snow out of view

permission slip
alarming dust
not a hurricane
closet skeleton
invented architecture
reverberated + died

The sound I heard couldn’t be accounted for the tremor existed visually

next event
froze + flight
Mussorgsky made
sound trusts
rust in rebar
I trapped in
exhibiting
the back of the knees
thusly stiffed