Circuitry was cozy
in enclosure: I felt the burden of freedom upon exiting the binary.
Air sits heavy, saturated
in noise, all the voices blunting against harmony.
Each decibel rests on my chest like condensation, clinging
Thickness resists each stride, lagging
my steps behind wrist ticks, sparing time to feel
jumpmen erode stone under my feet and watch pollen orbit my body.
receding —> imploding
everything drains into the spaces between blocks
new tenants be wary of the walls
the gaps are artificial membranes holding human development in place
infrastructure is an exertion of consciousness and thumbs but the structure within is not dormant. Our engineering is no more definitive than insect architecture
erosion massages us toward reconstitution
i have a cousin who moves my shit around when she visits, then tells me she has ‘fixed’ the room
Boom Bap banging from 15s, bass drowning out all else - we only hear the hook
presence of evicted remains, maintaining spaces They created
perhaps one day the discharge from our leaking feet will burst from the ground and blossom, but today no rose explodes from this concrete
Buzzing means I am not alone