Morning Routine; On the road; Looking at me
Morning Routine
She plays her videos out loud every morning.
The sound of the girls, women? ladies
Ranting
In that whiny voice
Or its the computer robot lady
With that do-do-do track underneath her
How did that track even come about
Who wrote that track
Come to think of it that track is actually genius
It perfectly fits into any video that people like my flatmate watch
It provides a sense of intrigue but with an undertone of judgement— permission for the audience to judge and therefore it is a stimulus to comment
Genius
But it’s so fucking annoying
It’s all so fucking annoying
Starting the morning with TikTok without even wanting to
(2024, St. Vincent)
On the road
Up the road
On the road
Are you on the road means are you out, as in out out
On the block
By the gap
Reach
Did you reach
Reach home
You coming down?
I come up
It’s simple here
How long will these words survive?
Will they still be relevant as it inevitably moves away from being this place? (A resort franchise has just arrived)
The people here call their own country ‘third world’
Developed,
What does that even mean?
Because the way is not bad
It’s just different
Less complex
Which is not less than
It means you’re not inundated with Amazon packages
The brown boxes that clutter your house for days.
You can’t return clothes
Because of the price to ship it back out
A big risk to order.
It’s a bubble here, it’s own little stratosphere
Where there’s an imaginary map of bus stops and corners and blocks that only those who have given their time to it can know.
(2024, St. Vincent)
Looking at me
I walk around and everybody is looking at me. I want to be back walking around where no one is looking at me. But now, the people who I do want to look at me, who have been persistently, consistently, looking at me, me who couldn’t be looked at, aren’t looking at me anymore, since it happened on Sunday. What happened on Sunday was that I told the one person that always looked at me, no matter what, that I didn’t want them looking at me anymore. For right now anyway. So that other people can look at me— those who, for whatever reason, are not longer looking at me anymore since I’ve had the freedom to receive the looks of those I have wanted to touch me.