Adiabatic Cooling

Sylvia Chan

Hide and seek. How does one of them
 
                                                                                              live with themselves. They’re sold
 
separately. They took my breath away.                          I was filled and filled and filled and didn’t let up.
 
Each tremor passed the gist of                                       pink noise, velar and deeply glottal. It was good
 
to get free, though sometimes, they’d just                     throttle on. Not everyone is beautiful. I struggle
 
to get through to the shade in the air that’s                    not resolved in your mind. Mine,
 
it’s wispy haze, or energy so great its
 
thick bark insulates against fire                                    damage. Pink is runny enough through the
 
stratosphere. Its color is so exceed                               –ingly loose, we’re going to pretend on in
 
serpentine amusement. My ex said I                            should write music because I cannot be helped.
 
Just what was in me, and try to live any                      way. I barely knew how to augment 7th’s, but
 
that root was the only option. I had a                           good ear which pretended not to
 
care. On Tuesdays one of them comes                         as soon as we open. They create the more or
 
less infatuated seedy thinking that we’re                     all fated to break down, in the beauty of
 
just me or you. Is it just or does the other                    of them lower himself for the double-chinned
 
horror slant of not coming back the                             next day. The one’s devoted, like the Wal-Mart
 
steal of acid house’s grim smiles to                             market cheap synthetic quality. Like prayer at a
 
Buddhist temple in the middle of                                 Ukiah. To come off as the right one, which is the
 
tune followed by 21st-century music                           theory. We won’t want to diminish the other
 
when we quit we don’t hear the lower left                   bass. My aural test scores were always    
 
7/12. Not that I was miffed I wasn’t involved. 
 


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