AT THE LIBRARY

You’r a mover, you move!
“I move my body, which is under my control!”
the man without legs demends that you say this to him
the man without legs believes that he must face the truth at all times.
The man without legs could call you Pete
but water colors haven’t changed the effects of elbow commercails in the 1970’s
“I mean how many LL bean sweaters need to vote democrat for me to keep under 30 years old for ever?”
The man without legs calls you Peter.
You and the man without legs believe in an absoulte honest friendship
But it just goes in circles
You continue to anylize the first thing you ever said to each other
“hello”
It’s comforting you both figure that if you master just a small element of reality
Then it will shine a light on the rest of eternity.
“We need to go forwards” you say to him at times
the man without legs yells at you
“You know how many deaths there as been on this planet! Science can only takes us so far. We need the strength to not clone a person…(the man without legs pauses he always’s does at this point) but to understand them.”
You draw circles together
and go to elemantary schools where you tell them that they are sqaures
For five hours a day the man without legs asks you
“Why did you say hello?”
For five hours you think and say reasons until you both cry holding each other
Demanding that god arrive now
As your crying you think about how you won’t be coming back to this house ever again
Your going to center of the earth to I DON'T HAVE ENOUGH TIME TO FINSH THIS I'M AT THE LIBARAY WILL COME BACK BUT NEED TO SAVE IT, SO FUCKING WEIRD, RIGHT, RIGHT?