topology; either side of the tracks

by Jamison Crabtree

; place a muzzle on the long dog; explain in explicit detail what a documentary is; then what it was; I don’t understand; every neighborhood I live in gets replaced by less; the filmmakers confused warsaw with cabrini with williamsburg with chinatown with southhall broadway; with slag and the workers; see reference; skin stained workers; oil; grease as flesh-tone; the hammer working the bell; the tongue working the skirt; the raw and the material and the final product;  also dirt; we carry it to our rooms and wash; wash; my old houses are filled with people I don’t know but who I don’t like; and the stores are too clean; they all have twins or triplets orphaned in every city I visit; place matters in the sense; in the senses; when you ask me to explain where I lived I look for a watch and a calendar; I look for the inevitable; the guy who buys you a drink just to brag about the fact that he can; to him, he says, money is just paper; and some boring rhetoric about the philosophy of debt;  I am hungry right now;  but this all took place after our faces, our clothes, our bones became separate from what we earned;