juliet
gelfman-
randazzo
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waking eyes crusty
talking the walk taken
through a snow blistered
glass, pain
settling into the arc
where the throat
starts. getting finger
blasted like sand
off the sidewalk, by a high powered hose
a mass scattering
to cells. knitting a scarf.
I put my head through the hood of the hoodie
and then through another hoodie’s head
and now I am warm well, for now
oh the weather outside is
weather. whether or not
you like it. see if I care
if she sells shit on the boardwalk. say it
three times fast!
sing it! to your neighbor
knock on their door do you
know them? or just their sounds
good with me either way
I’ve never been one
to judge a joke
that’s all I’m good for.
I’m for all that good I hope.
spring
will be eternal this year
and there’s nothing I know
to do about it
but make a list. what’s the pros and what’s the cons
of us continuing to earth along
merrily
mer ily as in seaishly.
a tiny boat
in the eye of the beholder
holding on for dear life.
oh dear oh dear oh dear.
dropping
a line
in the deep deep depths
of a notion
calling it back on the defunct public
telephone to see what it turned up.
I flew thru the air
from ny to sfo
and my footprint grew five sizes
and you know what they say about big feet…
I’m cropping
my image
to make my self smaller.
I’m flirting with bigfoot
in the delta skymiles preferred flyer bathroom.
I’m wondering
what it’ll take to grow up.
is it laying on the ground
with the remains of my time,
walking around in elliptic circles
oblongingly
?
or selling my soles
to walk miles
in someone’s ugly shoes?
Juliet Gelfman-Randazzo is an MFA candidate at Rutgers University-Camden, where she has recently written about tattooing, deer contraception, and trees. She also makes clothes and objects like clothes, but not quite. She can be followed @tall.spy (Instagram) & @tall__spy (Twitter), but she can never be caught.