A language exchange apertivo
in which I question motives
as motorinos: gallant, flowering,
pivoting over asphalt
to avoid pedestrians.
You say I habitually roller-skate
on luxury vehicles for show:
these whispered dents —
indicators of alternative
planes and bifurcations:
Socratic body/soul conundrums,
in a dramatic reading, you
are Plato — I am the source of motion,
but I’ve not yet individualized.
The score: there are bass clefts competing
for over priced voice-overs. Always
the burden of proof, always the unspoken
lizards of apology
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Jenelle D’Alessandro lives in Los Angeles. Her work has been featured in the Bitterzoet magazine, and elsewhere on the web. She is working on her first chapbook, a collection of homophonic re-imaginations of far-flung Whitman translations. Follow her @freshgreenbeans.
Photo by: Ana Prundaru