November 14, 2009: Calle Chacabuco and Calle Cochabamba, Buenos Aires 3:15pm

Determine

The rate is determined by
the small child
inside.
What it is willing to trade,
barter,
release.

November 8, 2009: Puerto Madero, Buenos Aires 3:25pm

The things that save our life, surprise us all.

(The boy, made of kite,

pointing to it

as he falls.)

November 7, 2009: Calle San Juan and Calle Peru, Buenos Aires 6:54pm

The kite, heavy with child,

Turned pink with breath

In that moment, when in looking up,

It saw the sky for the color it was.

November 3, 2009: Parque M. Bastidas, Buenos Aires 5:00pm

What is your request?
The submission of it, maybe.


The snail falling asleep in your hand,
not knowing your hereditary mistrust of hands, your fear of things that weigh themselves in small amounts.

This: the crushing adoration of it

November 1, 2009: Calle Carlos Calvo 715, Buenos Aires 5:35pm (repositioned)

The sky, underfoot.

The appendix, vestigial creature,

The exquisite things we covet in order to render them worthless.

There are reasons we need.

November 1, 2009: Calle Peru and Calle Carlos Calvo, Buenos Aires 5:20pm

The sky, underfoot.

The appendix, vestigial creature,

The exquisite things we covet in order to render them worthless.

There are reasons we need.

October 30, 2009: Calle Chacobuco 838, Buenos Aires 6:45pm

1. the bone crushed itself

(screaming, this is spite!, tossing glances to anyone who looked.)


2. the boy ran after
(crooning, come back, come back, it’s a dream, you are safe!)

the arm being silly fat and muscle, now that the bone was gone,

it embarrassed easily

clung to walls

waved at the Queen

fell asleep during tea.