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.
