The Sound Of Aboutness While Maintaining Form

title phrase randomly found in notes from Kasey's class

After you I drive After you time sweats After you words remember/
they become something of lake tears After you the ground moves again
I am still cold, am still needing, am still but gazing on sun and this time
am still breathing After you foam collects on tongues After you there is
glass- is confidence After you all I can do is put on my jacket After you
natural ceases, lack of ceases After you there is building up/ something
not quite of the birds but their waves After you ink is irresistible After
you there are variations in swerving/ there is language in the place of
eyes After you pastels cease After you things become described as
primary- as in the wood floor and speakers- a mix of shades of iridescent
and the texture of corduroy skin After you the walls change to an off
shade of light After you things are not just fuzzy/ they are guiding in the
form of a run and hitting After you we are wearing w/out really After you
it is not game, is not shells in the midst of our eyes moving across diagonals
After you things try After you a form of counting scrapes After you
the transfer of fingers After you of After you concept After you