my nature adores a vacuum

my nature adores a vacuum
words and music by D. E. Healy, block-bottom remix by t. w. tendrils



we have shelves
we stock ourselves
with the things we like to eat
with ingred-
ients we need
to call our recipes complete

a tea tin
a mason jar
a quarter cup
a cork
a soup can
a mixing bowl
a fork

rows and stacks
and in the cracks
in the spaces in between
secret spice-
s grains of rice
inscribed with name and date and scene

a tea tin
a mason jar
a quarter cup
a cork
a soup can
a mixing bowl
a fork

oh it spills
and runs together
oh i can't
remember whether
i need love
how much love i had
left over
whether it's gone bad

thrown together
from stained instructions
i'm a mess of vessels
and strange concoctions
thrown together
from stained instructions

a tea tin
a mason jar
a quarter cup
a cork
a soup can
a mixing bowl
a fork

Travis's request:
1) Travis
2) [redacted]
4) The love-child of Ben Gibbard (circa 2000) and Tom Waits (circa 1980), in that strange time between the awkwardness of teenage-hood and the confidence of manhood.
5) The unruly crowd anxious for the headlining act (and you're not it).
6) How do you measure the invisible workings of the human mind?
AND/OR
How do synapses, the empty spaces between cells, store our secrets, store our selves, our connections to others?
7) My nature adores a vacuum [please don't feel obligated to use this as the title]


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