Fruits

This morning I woke up

Laurie Anderson

only with my name

or maybe that might change

each experience dot

becomes my her

her my

a light goes out

there’s a story

something to know or not know

or be uncertain which

the tinnitus sings and

no-one else can hear her

no-one else feels exactly

this pain in hands hips back neck

sees through these glasses

over these blurred eyes

this glance this glimpse

this glare this stare

all this my Laurie Anderson

I only met Laurie Anderson a few days ago

but I’ve been her in hiding for how many years

she’s two years younger than me

my Laurie Anderson

is my age

two years older

last week I thought

words only went in lines

words were intoned

when they could be intuned

they are already sounds

they bounce off the screen

free of flat oblongness

these two dimensions or one

or less than one

I’m giving myself away

when this is the fruit

the time

people listen to me

want to hear

tell me how wonderful I am

because of what’s wrong?

now here’s the song

they didn’t ask for

now I’m my own Laurie Anderson

doing the things that we want to