By Amy Simone Piller
There’s this face you make when you play—the world has gone awayyour eyesan unfocused lensseeing a part of the picturewe cannot.
You becomethe sumof a child affront the television setplus actuality(seduction and fulfillment combined)transfixeda system inexplicableto those not neuronsrunning in your synapses.
Oh to be a string reverberatingin your passion.
By Amy Simone Piller
Playin the underpinnings of pleasure.
Bethe strings that quietly conductcalmcommonality.
Holdthe ecstasy of outer ranges.
Hear the coexistence of striving pieces.
Staytrue to the madness ensuing.
Lovethe sounds for the soundsthe days for the moments.
By Amy Simone Piller
To make a pie from scratchis a labor of lovefaith in what will comeof many minor elementsincluding selfto outdo the glory of berries alone.
I make you piebecause we have the ingredients,(A pantry I’ve never known,oh to taste this is such bliss,I might meltin a happyspoonfulyour mouthwarmsweettangyirreplaceableeach grain of floursnowflakinguniqueness
memsmerizing flavorsmolding, delicious momentsours to [...]
By Amy Simone Piller
It likes to embrace and to soothe,actions it seems to feel as a kind of give-and-take.It knows nothing of what the world believesof its indolence.
If deflating and casting are its natureit doesn’t care about its nature.
It likes the sleepy weight of your headagainst its gently textured skin. It likes the silent warmth [...]
By Amy Simone Piller
Oftentimes it mewson and onbegging to not off (making the background unaware of its status)fighting some miniscule twig(the thing you wish you didyesterday)messing with the foreground focusof what you wantto do right now.
“Turn me on, to turn it off,â€it chantsin digital pixels prancing the space between your faceand the screenmaking real time seemirrelevant(the once [...]
By Amy Simone Piller
If people were made of pixels, they would not be triangular.If people were triangles, they would not be equilateral(for if they were, they could sit in a circle of eightand make an octagon).Most people can’t even see where a person’s three sides lie(that would do for me—being boxed into three,just not steam rolled).
Periodically triangles [...]
By Amy Simone Piller
The substance abuse prevention and intervention counselorwill be six weeks late. He is in the rubber room(unrelated to kids).
He was playing tennis,got mad,smashed his partner over the headwith a racket—it was proclaimeda brain hemorrhaging rage.
Do not be alarmed, he’ll be back soon
to discuss choices
with your first period class.
By Amy Simone Piller
To camouflage:1. a strong desire;2. a survival instinct, part of evolutionstraighten your hair, wear polka dots (when popular)go retroon occasion.
If you find you blend too much indo not give up,instead panic. Forever more,change your clothesat least five timesbefore leaving the house—leaving a messIs the first stepIn self-destructive behavior.
While out, have enough drinksto [...]
By Amy Simone Piller
The legitimacy of the stateIs created by the will (or consentin the case of ten percent turnoutlocal elections for politicians who may or may notbe puppets) of its people,like the color of the sea flooris created by light and water and eyes and reflectionsand refraction and particles and algae and sharks.
How strangethat anythingbe uniform.
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By Amy Simone Piller
Cosmetic circles make the middle of a tree.A slice of my corewould reveal very strange shapes.
The amorphous heartRight next to the rib cageIs not its progeny(mini-mes do not existinside of me).