O to be or not to be a sociomaterial
whether tis nobler to imbricate a sea of bubbles
or take arms against emergent agency
and by enactment appropriate
I left three hours of discussion
proud author of a sidetrack into
the exact kind of tiling used in
metaphor for the asymmetric
inextricability of human and
nonhuman excited for further
literalisms and material affects
to come (this is the class by far
most truly practical to me), went
to lunch in reminiscince and
reconnection with a graduated
student about the work we wove
together, walked
to replace a transit pass for
an old friend who in return
enveloped a flower petal pastry
and the loveliest note
reaching through the pages
of the many
friendships we've had
each time as different people,
then gym, sauna, sandwich
cafe with that clerk
who's sold me a half-price
half-sandwich twice running,
but this time it's whole so we
mututally admire tempeh
instead, thence the substitute
ice cream shop for another
pint of honey chipotle here
I remember them
better than they me,
next home to eat
(ice cream first, yes,)
thread chats catch cats
and unweave myself
into an unmade bed
with social sheets of memories
.
but eventually identity
reforms and I grumble shamble
to recover sheets woven
of those sleek burst seeds
more conducive to sleep