SONDER
The Title I.
They call her professor –like they think she professes.
They know her in terms of: acco-mplishments: acco-unting doctorate degrees and languishing lectures. She is one of the masses one of our many:
Professors, professor!
II. The PERCEPTION
she is numbers + calculations + fate.
she carries the scale and she carries the weight to determine who they become.
she is nice + [despite] she is well-dressed + [surprise!] she holds office hours + [between 4-5]
= conversational constructions.
she is monday + wednesday + 11am, she is emails asking: for an extension, please? she is an imaginary number = a smile pretending to believe i studied, really! she = professor = business = grades + numbers + equations + the fading shout saying,
i’ll see you all next week, at 11am!
III.The FIGHT
SEE YOU IN THE LOBBY CODE FOR: SEE YOU FOR THE LOBSTER
HERE WE HAVE NOTHING TO HIDE: HERE WE HAVE ONLY TO DESTROY: TO TAKE: TO CHALLENGE TO RUIN SOME RELATIONSHIPS, TO AVENGE OTHERS THE CLAPPING IS DROWNED OUT BY THE CRACKING BY THE CLICKING OF CLAWS AGAINST CHEEKBONE, AGAINST FURY SOMEONE SHOUTS: BOXING: CAGE: ACHILLES LOCK WHATEVER IT IS, IT BRINGS YOU DOWN.
THE FLOOR FEELS COLD AGAINST A BITTER LOSS HIT HER AGAIN - SHE’S ALWAYS BEEN READY SHE’S BEEN A PUNCHING BAG FOR DECADES AND WHEN THE GLOVES ARE ON SHE BECOMES UNREOCGNIZABLE IN HER MISSION TO BE THE LAST ONE STANDING
IV. The DINNEr
POP goes the milkshake machine! with a cherry on top, please!
LMFAO DID YOU HEAR THAT!!! more and more isn’t enough – it doesn’t equal enough! there is too much space; there is too little color and too little time –sweetie, please, pass the salt! she’s purple; she’s orange; they’re the blinding lights. they are youth reclaimed because it was never enough! lmfao, whats enough anyways?
#alwayssearching
she’ll film this and send this and share this and create a community where it is never enough to just be and want and question and like and comment and #downinthedumps #gonnabeofflineforafewweeks #destinationwedding #nostaliga #theitgirlsoftheweek POP goes the milkshake machine and I get to say Goodbye for now, my munchkins!
[The Ride? The Affair? Inanimate Being?] V.
Love is roses and love is spring in bloom.
Love is a beacon of light in the dark that helps you endure the lame afternoons, and enjoy a stroll through the local park. There is nowhere to go without your hold
And she can’t ask you if this is enough
Because she does not know the bold lovers in a world that makes rules for what is: love.
But she knows she has the control to say
What we are and where you’ll be at all times
Because she is the one holding the key
To your heart – and also, the start button.
You are her life, her means, her everything. Her car, her love: inanimate being.
The RETURN VI.
first bell: there she is. equations on the boardwhat else could there be?