sometimes i feel like ive said everything ive got to say. sometimes i feel like im just repeating what ive already said over and over again. this is certainly true in conversations, but i think its also true in (my) writing, though it might be less obvious. or maybe it is obvious and im just too obtuse to notice. whatever. so why not do that deliberately? (re)write again what ive already written, see if ill say it differently, or if ive got some new insights i can impart on the old piece. or not. sometimes i feel like this.

not the puddle of black water my dunlop sneakers fall into,

not the cold wet between my toes,

not the lime green tailshirt popping out of her olive green pants,

not the pink flowers of eczema on her arms,

not the milisecond wait before the sloan automatic tap washed the dirt and sin off my hands,

not the conblocks everywhere under my feet,

not that anyone would know what i mean,

not the caterpillar of clouds that ran along an invisible branch off the invisible trunk that propped up the moon,

not anything.* 

*a re-exposition of this