house valedictorian

i started qi gong yesterday and
today my eyes are teary with itch.

this estranged poem is
a magnification of
my rear view.

cate blanchet is not here
and (n)either are you.

we argue before bed then
make up a little bit in the morning.
four days are running.

ive gone on strike though.
shows him what its like when
i dont do the things i do.

color or birdsong?