In a crush, yet not resentfulNovember 19 - January 7, 2016-2017
S - Picture two workmen on the side of the road; one is digging a hole in the ground, the other is filling it back in with dirt at the same pace-
O - Wait, are you telling me a joke
S - Is that a question? I don’t see the question mark.
O - I didn’t know you were telling a joke, I was trying to situate myself.
S - Yeah, I didn’t feel the need to explain what I was doing, but I like where this is going.
O - I’m still in need of a punch line.
S - Perhaps you’ll get one. What is fascinating now is the absence of (?) something that is both a question and a mark, how a curved line with a period signifies a response.
O - I’m thinking traffic cones, yellow tape, large puddles and jack hammers!
S - Yes, how easy it is to get diverted, but how do you remain relevant?
O - I tend to surround myself with intelligent people.
S - Sounds like you are still on the outside.
O - Well, you are either in or you are out, so I focus on the perimeter.
S - You ever try hopping over that fence?
O - Of course, it’s not the physical space on the other side that is hard to access, it’s the charisma, making shit look easy, holding non-chalantness like it’s a fucking newborn!
S - Mind and body games, filling the holes, sealing the cracks!
O - Janitorial work, the mind has a lot of locks, but it also has a belt full of keys-jingle jingle. The problem are the words--DO NOT DUPLICATE--written all over things we’re trying to share.
S - Locksmiths will just ignore that most of the time. It’s called slippage.
O - Slippage?
S - You ever find a pair of underwear in your bedroom and not know who it belonged to?
O - Ah yes, I see, Laundromats, misplacing our under garments, accidentally tossing away our intimate spaces to strangers.
S - I’m talking clothes lines outside of apartment blocs! Hanging that shit out in the open, and beating the dust off our rugs in public!
O - I think I got the punch line.
S - Do you?
O - Yeah, the guy whose job it is to stick the post in the ground never showed up; that’s why one person fills the hole at the same pace as the other one digs it.