Arthaus: Excuse me if I..

 Well...


Excuse me if I sneeze too loud. Excuse me if I stare too hard at you. Excuse me if I bump into you. Excuse me if I push you a little too hard. Excuse me if my contact was not welcome. Excuse me if I burp. Excuse me if I eat sloppily. Excuse me if I have sauce on my face while eating. Excuse me if I have nose hair. Or booger sticking out of my nose. Excuse me if I look out of the window while you were talking. You were probably uninteresting. Excuse me if I avoid your gaze. Excuse me if I need eye contact before initiating contact. Excuse me for being slow to understand. Excuse me for not understanding your perfect english. Or your references. Or your humor. Excuse me if I don't laugh at everything you say. Excuse me if I laugh too hard at something you said. Excuse me if I'm not sorry about taking up space. Excuse me if I take up vocal space. Excuse me if I SING. Excuse me if I stretch. Excuse me if I contradict myself sometimes. Excuse me if I don't LIKE you. Excuse me if I LIKE you a little too much. Excuse me if I make eyes at you. Excuse me if I undress you with my eyes. Excuse me if all I can do is put a gentle hand on your head. Excuse me if I WANT you. Excuse me if I talk about my porn habits. Excuse me if I MASTURBATE. Excuse me if I have a pelvis. Excuse me if I have man-boobs. Excuse me if have body parts that, when moved, seem to conotate sexual movements. Excuse me if I have a pencil dick. Excuse me if I am slow to warm up to. Excuse me if I have LAYERS. Excuse me if I have glasses. Excuse me if I am short-sighted. Excuse me if I want FORM. Excuse me if I want to LIVE. Excuse me if I talk over you. Excuse me if I didn't hear you, because what you said probably went in one ear, made a round, and exited the other side. Excuse me if I try to be funny, you probably weren't and I needed to entertain myself. Or you probably were and I was challenging myself to be just as funny. Or I probably just wanted to impress you. Excuse me if I just wanted to impress you. Excuse me if I

Published on
8/7/19 12:38 AM

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

For Christelle Brouck

  I knew who you were when we first met. I was in shoes, street shoes, and you told me later that you thought I danced jerkily and that was okay because jerky was a style in and as of itself, but I wore tango shoes the next time and you were drunk and you thought holy moly this guy can dance smooth. You laughed a lot in our dances, and you said that you had no idea what your feet were doing, and I said me neither. That made you laugh harder. I asked you if you had done something to have your chakras re-aligned, and you smiled in that way you do and you said that you knew I got it. That made me feel connected and spiritually knowledgeable even though I had no idea what it meant to align chakras. You said it felt like it had been helicoptering around and when it came home you felt like you'd found you, and I smiled and said I understood. We had these misunderstandings and projections on each other but I can't seem to find the strength to remember or write them down. After you wer...
Read more

Asie en Italie

 It's terrifying to see two Asian kids grinning at you across the street, flossing their hips in tandem Maybe they know something I don't. So I crossed the street and sat down by the tree next to them for some brunch. The two kids seemed happy, mostly fooling around and playing with each other.  When all of a sudden, an older lady (mom?) came over and started yelling at the younger boy. He looked mortified, confused, and was guiltily trying to hang on to the sense of joy he still had earlier. And the older boy just went over to hug the older lady.  A hug was all it took. They conversed a little more, before the lady left. The older boy sat down, exhausted, while the younger boy played with his fingers. These Asian boys are on to something.
Read more

Dying twice

 It seized me from the inside and the outside my whole body trembling lines were added and then more between  this world and the next breath made no sense the air was within and without I was lost so it seized me and I allowed it I fell backwards  with a sigh eyes open or shut? something kissed me and emptied me  of my breath of everything the lines flooded in to form a ladder into infinity of which I was at the bottom gazing up yearning then a powerful presence on top suffocating, milking, birthing and then I was left wanting staring through the cages at children trapped in pipes The message was clear; not enough effort to unlock my childhood ~ I wanted another ~ It seized me again I didn't allow it Held my ground held my breath within and stared down the goblin it refused to budge neither did I My shaman was whispering good, good what did good mean did it matter? I am here and I fight for my breath until the goblin wavered his red eyes glinting shimmered and got su...
Read more