Non-classifiable
Something he said made me panic. I looked up. He was staring straight at me. Did he know my secret?
accepting th radiant dances uv being
4 kleerances uv ko dependenseez n help
th selvs being plural storeez sound
vizual politikul non narrativ fuseyn
linguisteek mewsik letting go uv th
rashyunalizasyuns irrashyunalizaysyuns
blaming games they made me putting th
focus on wuns selvs irridescent tinkshurs
simultaneous shiftings th langwages 4
aims chill n th needs 4 health edukay
syun sochul programs n civil human rites
guaranteez 2 lift us n loving th reelee
nameless being within each diffrent n
same prson th lines defining n dissolving
th jade n gold fevr on th edg reseed
in th disapeering air mixes n arous
th senses th prfume hints n th tall
buildings tottr seegulls encirculing
th see fadid turquois wood frame hous
sew stung by salt spray th soul rocks
loving th nameless isnesses within
each prson being
"Everything here is backward," Melissa complains.
"Yeah," Zach agrees with a laugh.
My hackles rise. Was Melissa always this anal?
"Maybe it's you that's backward," I say. Melissa and several of the others turn and stare at me. Then their eyes glaze over as if I'm not here.
"Did you hear something?" Melissa says to the girl beside her.
The girl shrugs. "No, just a weird buzzing sound. Street noise, I guess."
They turn their backs on me—as if I care.
