Through Most of It

She signaled me to step back from the kicking motorized colored tights. 8 legs mounted on the wall. I might interfere with its demonstration of 40, 320 sequences. I preferred seeing those hues on the ski masks worn in the video where they were punching at the air. They at least stood for something. They said they had no fear and wouldn’t be silent. They blushed when the woman in front of me gave them a gift of matching purses. I waited to see if  anyone followed her up that ladder of books. He performed a few excerpts at the piano during the interview. Now I can understand why they wanted to add a musician to their stable. I did like how the silver forks poked up from the rounded holes. She told the reporter that visitors respond to an interesting story. Why can’t they share wealth with the neighborhoods they surround? Why aren’t more people appalled? Why shouldn’t they use union workers to put it up and take it down? I disagreed about the painting being hung to the right of the other one. It should be a bit more to the left. The misty ferry ride back gave us quite a view. He thought that when you looked at a map of Manhattan its shape was like a penis. I’d noticed that too. I guess you could say that he lived in a pubic hair. She was planning on crossing the state line tomorrow and gave her apologizes about having to leave.

I wondered about who wrote the check-off list used for getting in. He did answer my questions about levels of involvement. He said that the family was very pleased. She wanted to show us both sides of the hospital’s stationery that he’d used for drawing. She couldn’t hide her enthusiasm about them having been saved from a dumpster. He asked where the beets were as he took one off her plate. I hadn’t stopped thinking about the 300 foam blocks and the 80 tons of bleached sugar. I could still see her hand shaped like a pine cone on a fig tree.

I have to admit that once I got over my disturbances, I did fall into its sweet smelling awe. The little boys were melting while they were working. Witnesses have already posted hundreds of submissions to their digital photo log. It isn’t really a “faithful slave” monument, so I don’t imagine there’ll be protests like there were over the senate approved one in ’23. No one was giving out flyers to let us know about an upcoming pancake breakfast or giving out lollipops with her printed face on them like the cookie I was handed last month after that concert. Is all of this a way to praise the new as it ditches the old? Some talked about it more than others and one said that the owner sat on their board. They were selling posters as you exited. The street mural didn’t do a very thorough job of hiding the construction site from the angered public who’d fought to save the building. I asked who was paying him while he was up on the scaffold painting.

We went the wrong direction on South Street looking for Basketball City. She stared so lovingly into the eyes of a firmly held hammer, recited to it while gently tapping the book leaned up against her forehead. A few sat on the Moroccan rugs instead of chairs to listen. I thought it was quite clever that someone had installed a counterstatement to why we must know who’s presently at the top of the list. It was a letdown to find out it wasn’t. She told me that they’d been invited and felt pressure to accept. What else could they have done?

We were both surprised that they’d rejected the revamped factory that was once used to make doors. He suspected that it might have been an issue of control. I just read that someone else must feel differently because it is being scheduled for future use.

 The tote they gave me included a bag of chocolate marshmallows and two lip balms.

 I think the cut wire fence should’ve won the first prize. He hadn’t thought about it as a take on running or escaping. He said it was more about restrictions and forbidden longings. I asked if anyone had inquired about commissioning their own personal silhouette. The clusters of stylish links were as well crafted as any shiny chain necklace. He didn’t know if the edges of red signified blood. After reading about the public installation planned for this summer, I withdrew my vote. I watched as they rearranged the decorated wooden blocks to stand on again. There was still no mic. I didn’t want to move any closer this time.  I heard two different versions. One in front of me and one from behind. I didn’t think very much of either. I thought only kids did lemonade stands. There are no guarantees with distance.