jennifer manzano

from (things) like holding a mouthful of

Claiming nothing asks another question. She said there are things. She said there are. Twelve familiar beltings supported by transient patterns of miss-fired synapses. Forcing another with a nail. Forcing another with a pail. Forcing another with a chain-link fence and two red
Is this what gets you.
Three young girls run after each other in the grass under and oak tree. Two are blonde, three are brunette, another has dark curls and another’s hair is tight in braids. Space between two moving objects remains nothing. Space between one moving time calls for more building and stitching. The pine above them drops needles into their sweaters.
They do not notice this or the kitchen.
In dealing with re-collection you must assume the truths elicited above in our introductory discussions as fundamental. Running somewhere does not mean a trip to the store for tea. Going out negates the purpose of staying in for warm drinks. Instead there is waiting somewhere else for things expected which did not come, for things elicited and as of yet unfulfilled, the span of which echoes bandages and lace stockings.
At some point wrenches became tools and not pets but he was smaller than the others and ran in fastly awkward circles. Pure. Easily. Excessive/extensive. Lived on peanut butter and jelly for an entire meal and somewhere in between learned his favorite color.
There’s a way by which things get unsorted and so rainbows are glued together making asphalt. A relation each thing bears to itself. This is how things come to be anywhere.

By making.
By relating.
By relaying.
This is how things come to be anywhere.
To be red.

This is not as it sounds. Or not as easy as it sounds. To be spacious the thing must be full of space. More satisfactory though partial characterizations are available and the idea that such a relation of absoluteness exists is commonplace. This is why it is so commonly asked, why there are no real questions.
She wrote what she could never think about in a book and did not think about the lines on the page or what was crossing out.

She put the key around her neck.
She put her neck inside the bottle.
She put the oil inside the drawer.
She put the drawer outside.

Blame stretches into something like whomever wrote it down. Blame on what wasn’t there because there was nothing. No one feels any better about the cards. No one feels any better about putting it together. No one puts anything together. A girl and a cloud swing into a tree and cars come down from roadmaps. Suppose for the moment that there is no assignment or interpretation of identity mishaps.
Suppose for a moment that she comes home to find him in the bathtub. They are tacking sheets to the ceiling and no one sleeps. Forgetting the right questions. Making unknowing. Knowing unmaking. This being happens, this impressed affection or the objective thing from which this was derived.
It is the state of a presentation, related as a likeness to that of which it is a presentation. To put it more simply, the sun when presented properly increases ratios of green to everything else. Related as a likeness to green.
One might ask how it is possible that though the affection alone is present, he says he notices greens, he likes to lie in bathtubs.
One might ask how it is possible that the affection alone is present.
One might ask how affection is a present.
Some experience took she and others to a piano, that is, to some sound other than a piano, to some feel other than a glass bottle, to some rhythm other than the boot on the ground. They playing on and on for several days or years. When three pieces are put together they call it a foursome and are accurate as hell.
This is one way to do things.
This is one way to do things, to make them happen or allow them happen without a proper ticket. Green becomes lighter and brown and brown and who knows and grey and brown and blue and brown and blue again. This means blue is light green but younger, something about recreation or re-creation, a three day beard, and eight years past apartment.
This is just as well. There was a message if you could only remember. This has a message but you’ll have to come and get it. Hiding under a bridge behind a chain-link fence, she’s gone hunting for daisies and other things that are tall. This is a place for gathering, or so she tells herself. Tells herself she has gone looking for daisies, just like then. Tangled in

Arms.
Nerves.
Backs.
Synapses.
Endings.

Movement becomes only another device. Where one or the other lies in. Where one or the other moves into. Knows what you’re thinking as if you knew what you were thinking. No one remembers how to speak of it.