Saturday, March 2, 2013

DAY 25

TODAY I RAN WITH AN ACHING BODY. I MOVED THE BODY'S ACHING LEGS AND FEET AGAINST CITY STREETS VAGUELY FAMILIAR. WASHINGTON DC, I DID YOU WRONG. THIS WAS THE DOCUMENT? THIS WAS THE POEM? YOU DESERVED SO MUCH BETTER. WE STARTED IN AN ALLEY, THE THREE OF US, AND SAW NO MONUMENTS. I DID, HOWEVER, SEE A SHINY MALLARD. I LIKE RUNNING UP THE DIRT HILL ALWAYS. HOW IS THAT EVEN IN THE CITY? I FINISHED ON MY BROTHER'S STREET WITH A LONE CIRCULAR, CORROSIVE SWEAT STAIN (NOT ENOUGH); THE PENSIVE LIMITATIONS OF MY TECHNOLOGY BEATING DOWN, SHIELDING A FRIGHTENED SUN. I DIDN'T FEEL LIKE EXPLAINING MY GET-UP SO YOU'RE GETTING A POEM. I TRADED A CITY FOR A POEM; I FEEL ASHAMED, YES. I SHOULD HAVE FILMED THIS. IT WAS LOST ON PURPOSE. I AM NOT AN OPEN PERSON.

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