cream

In the presence of an event or in its
absence ___________ here, let it wash over you, here _____________ 

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Sugar mammal, slit throat
Infinitely tender in
your cadence

Telling people you love them

Selling them ice cream

Holding their hands on an airplane

Forgetting you’re not in Heaven

Then forgetting you’re in Heaven

Then forgetting nothing

Remembering it all

Forgetting this is what heaven feels like

Like a manageable sucking

Gentle

August 

I gave pleasure to paintings 30.000 years
ago 

I am etching “here” into my lover’s language, Here, I
was here,

her body changes the lines Here in these
frames many voices speak, a cacophony and each is diffractively threaded
through and enfolded in the other.

May

The social depends on more or less convenient
agreements of how to measure space and time

Lines are created as an effect of the
repetition of certain walks and expressions 

Laugh lines, furrows through the fore 

head Here 

Here Here 

Well walked upon forest paths. But the
paradox of the footprint is that lines are both created by being followed and
followed by being created.

June 

if memories are stored in the body, then
to remember is nothing less than reincarnation.

don’t disappear 

into my lips April

It is by following some lines more than
others that we acquire a sense of who we are. 

July

Yesterday we sold out of pistachio,
cookies and cream, matcha, earl grey lavender

Body orients towards person with strands
of curly, gray hair. i ask: waffle or wavers she says she hasn’t had wavers in
fifteen years, proceeds to call the moment “prustian”. i have no idea what she is
saying, respond “prustian ice cream temporalities,”  she
laughs approvingly, the line behind her is getting long, what would it be like
to lick, where the ice cream goes it drip drops onto her collar bones her neck
her fingertips i’d like to suck them gently make her giggle
quick and sticky it is a 100 degrees, she says, whats your name on venmo, i
want to tip you i say theres a tip jar right there, she says, but your name, i
say yes 

yes 

yes 

three more times Here it smells good down
Here would you like a sample 

Sugar mammal, open throat

Tethered to the thickest part

Life is full of far and close most of all 

it’s the breezy stuff
that keeps me Here

– Amanda Monti