Poetry
A Note on We
A Note on We
over a long term there comes to be a we
we comes
to enforce certain grammatical patterns
bodies to fit semantically into a series of weeks
and months call that we a family
or couple partners lovers leaves siblings hooks friends readers weeks and months
become years and generations and continually
subject verbs object subject verbs object subject verbs object
and long term is a series of sentences where the subject becomes fixed
along with its verbs and objects
and a family tree is a series of lines to fix the subjects
into an arboreal we that verbs its objects
we becomes a series of sentences strung together where the one
only makes sense because the one
before has preceded one we thinks one understands
even as we doesn’t I was born here but grew up elsewhere for example
grammar is a structure like a sapling in need of continual unrooting
to set down roots the shepherd’s hand massages soil so aeration allows growth
and unrooting is a story told or untold well-folded
An undercut is surgical fleshy undermining toppling
So this is not a memoir we is dealing with official knowledge absorbs aspects
she asked but how to do that without it getting more oxygen
than it has already taken?
and because we so deeply imagines how the upcoming sentences will play out
we knows or we out-stretches
narratives into past and future
should we resist an idea stories that must be told the seduction of story
storytelling to undo the dominant story told or we undone M. Nourbese
Philip “Only in not-telling can the story be told”
how does we let each member be one
we asks ourself
how does we imagine every day to render ourself surprising present
also as in gift a present How does we let our sentences renew recreate
and we generations and generations lay interwoven
under sheets stained
covered with cums plural in that other foreign language
that makes this language foreign also something unknown and pleasant
and some of that energy
arrives to previous phrase
comes on we begonia
we insists on speaking othered tongues
across boundaries old new tongues entirely
we finds ways to support a move
into old new grammars piece together alternate clauses
out of old new alphabets and sketch characters What can be fabricated out of this
something unknown and pleasant of this what is known already or the languages
in which already or this between-language that is as they all say
you both talk exactly the same you the same as your great-great-grandmatriarch
and your gaylover
and your sister History is continually made to be coherent
but present this rupture the constant disturbance of timeline
a repetition of circles what has we come looking for a hook up a lick
an apology an impossible expungement and it’s true how phrases have interlaced
but still there are those times
when we slips
What does we make of this something unknown or misknown and pleasing
of this what we knows or the tongues in which already we has moved
those mounds Gulf Coast oyster mounds fabricated into Modernist concrete
re-fabricated by Jamal Cyrus into a triangle paired with sargassum
laid on the floor Difficult to know what is our MO
or where one narrative ends
and the other begins Where to place the comma or how to maybe add
three spaces there a red wolf in Galveston become a canid because we has come together
we has provided an array of options that we is always looking
at but now that we is not in the same common place
we stops or
pauses or we tries out old new grammatical shifts learned
from other lovers other town squares or histories
that fallen branch
other syntactical structures or variances to enliven
deadened dead-end sentences lines branches
not always just go go go on to the next
no no not
we finds a ritual to pressurize the moment
or we is constantly pulling things or thinging the pulls
she asks How do you not make something
that is just a clever queer version of a space they already know We constantly
things the pulls in new ways some things some one’s said
during the day become hooks for we
your adventures or mine We likes how it makes our structures public our slip-ups
life is not a series of line breaks or fragments or it is
about narratives as joinings of clauses into sentences
a string of sometimes independent but more often subordinate clauses
subordinated look to find a way to join up
and the struggle to do so and how the run-ons keep on
running on
dependent narratives intertwine so “quite obviously” it does not “make sense”
to suddenly make just one moment the way that hooks are one moment
or no sense is the least important thing Stress in English is not natural
she says and not like the thump thump thump of your heart
bassoon bassoon bassoon contrabassoon
contrabassoon contrabassoon
the interdeterminate we has made a way to string sentences
to take a subject and verb it
and then object object our way into another verb the way things unfit
thingether always askew
old new structures allow new old structures to lean
collapse relax we breathes in an old new way
our coming together
object verbs subject verb objects subject object subjects verb
all of we endlessly comes