Inventuating Scenes

 

After reading An American Indian Model of the Universe

from International Journal of American Linguistics

by Benjamin Lee Whorf

 

#2

 

 

20% leaving the apartment, she looks over at him.

The television is his primary focus. His eyes rest on the screen.

She says, "I want some sushi or doughnuts." He looks at her.

40% yelling at her, he looks at the door open. "I don't think I want anything.", he says gently.

 

"What's going to happen?", she asks. She turns to the door, 30% leaving now.

"I can't say.", he turns back to the television. She walks and sits on the sofa.

Taking his hand, 20% about to hit him. He puts an arm around her,

50% initiating intimacy.

 

"I left two minutes ago.", she finally says.

"I know.", he replies.

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the following three poems are recombinants of Patricia Gomes' collection A Scheduled Departure

canister Cracking dog eats Food
gone-haired, hatted I
in it

I, is in July,
kept lately, laughed,
made much merlot.

night Over;
pumpkin pearls;
Photo Permission.
pummeled piece—poor Poems;
Patricia Poems;
Patricia Patricia.
place poor.
Passed, permitting, predominantly,
pearls.
Pink, principled. pie.

rights reserved.
Story, sad thing.
to Trustingly,
to the uneaten,
until uneasy,
Used.

Whole widows, who we without
we was, was why;
windows, We with We, warm,
were.

You your you.

You
your
you

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A Reserved Departure
A Poem's this


I read
I can’t imagine
nectarines, cinnamon cider,
July
to his dog
on the cedar chest
There was a tree on Sixth St.,
against the backdrop of early-winter grays, brazen.
take its course
doing these in
We kissed with our eyes
the bay and chosen, I’m guessing,
Should you decide
neath a pregnant moon,
fragmented equations,
of poetry
the yearning, the pathos,
at the wake
My nails match
the trail
doesn’t
detestable
toss it


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Scheduled
the Author
still had          its leaves.
permitting
               overpriced            overlooking
        played the violin
dc
It froze to death
I built a fortress
Scheduled Departure
curious
on the         heap, son        make good           .
against                      above
dc
ego humbled
dc
tiny seashell     balance the                  western desert ,



fit
me         find
and give me                   when you do.
New         area.
       Rest          in the March

Edward Wells II is currently completing a degree in English : Creative Writing. He has a number of published works. He dreams. 
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