‘Sequencer by Tricia Keith the first day of rain now-sequencer-introducing the final send off-sequencer-summer is over a trip that takes you to all parts of the globe. the spherical path maintains the edges of the forest harvest begins extremely ripe and ready to breakdown. the velocity of sound; almost no color. the allowance of one day: brings the completion of all days, in theory. the woman wanted a reason to win. she found the reason to run. everyday she had her reason. The doctor and the lawyer have been exchanging gossip about the woman who is running around the park. It used to be a forest. “She doesn’t run so well anymore.” attention is needed! attention is needed! there has been a split at a center point, at the base of her pubic bone, split top to bottom and left to right. so automatically she wants drugs.’ “ Bouncing each other’s case notes to see which ones will stand up, the doctor and lawyer hope that they will get somewhere with her. the woman is running and remembering when she could run well. it was before the age of ten. ...ten years old | could run far and smooth. Then the shift happened. The allaens. started coming. Spine crippling. Seizures and terror fits. It all started happening and my running was broken.” “Evidently she became a long distance runner quite early.” and for a season it was believed that she was running inspiration for the televised olympics. *..| BECAME SLOW AND CLUMSY, SLAPPING THE GROUND. | COULD FEEL HOW DEEP INSIDE WHERE THE BONE AND MUSCLE MEET | WAS NO LONGER PREPARED TO GO.” dragging body parts. the knowledge of events inside the body. the body that wants outside of its own self because short answers are too fucked up of where the some body has been, for how long and with whom. trying to erase the mind and the body knows exactly why because the body remembers the blood of it left behind and the confusion that tore into it. _ The lawyer wants to know. The doctor would like an examination. the woman keeps running around the edge of the park. she feels pavement but sees a forest, meeting closer with the muscle attached to bone. its gets hard there. “its weird how sometimes you can be in the middle of something and not realize where the damage is coming from. for in- stance, i was in a second hand war and could not see for the life of me where my father went. all the while he was down by the river sharpening his entrance, waiting for the exact points to arrive that i would never forget. it looks like and enclosure the size of his thumb. it looks like a room full of family people. everyone has their heads buried in their food, gobbling up the 20 second replays, while iam swallowing hard an enclosure the size of his thumb. no wonder the television is on. no wonder could always get away with stealing. i knew when the fuckers were looking and when they weren't about to say anything.” strength of running is in the stride, its shape and grace of movement. how close it comes to expressing something infinite. higher strides ride above time. not counting because there is no beat. a fountain gliding. : running around the edge of the park, revolving wilderness on the inside, pavement under feet. as a girl she learned how “not fun” interior spaces could be. “the love game” was taught to her undivided attention. then it quickly divided. she only remem- bers running and then falling and then his form landing over her face and then running and falling again. “Now promise your grandma you will be safe and never to go into the forest again.” The boy and girl found the bag of medical supplies in the back seat of the car. The two were underground and left alone for approximately ten minutes. The girl knew what she wanted to do but could tell the boy wasn't into it. They searched for tools, a stethascope. The boy probing for his own heart, the girl making the way it sounds on t.v... shuuwooshsshh shuuwooshsshh. It took a while but soon the two could hear the boy’s heart together, back and forth. The girl then wanted to try for hers. She felt it would be louder than the boy’s, assuming an acousic difference that would somehow translate her running experience. But she heard just the slightest indication of movement, a pulse hiding itself, moving slower than the boy’s and deeper. Sequencer by Tricia Keith the first day of rain now-sequencer- introducing the final send off-sequencer-summer is over a trip that takes you to all parts of the globe. the spherical path maintains the edges of the forest harvest begins extremely ripe and ready to breakdown. the velocity of sound; almost no color. the allowance of one day brings the completion of all days, in theory. the woman wanted a reason to win. she found the reason to run. everyday she had her reason, The doctor and the lawyer have been exchanging gossip about the woman who is running around the park. It used to be a forest. “She doesn’t run so well anymore.” ‘attention is needed! attention is needed! there has been a split at a center point, at the base of her pubic bone, split top to bottom and left to right. so automatically she wants drugs.’ * Bouncing each other's case notes to see which ones will stand up, the doctor and lawyer hope that they will get somewhere with her. the woman is running and remembering wnen she could run well. it was before the age of ten. ‘ten years old | could run far and smooth. Then the shift happened. The attacks started coming. Spine crippling. Seizures and terror fits. It all started happening and my running was broken.” “Evidently she became a long distance runner quite early.” and for a season it was believed that she was running inspiration for the televised olympics. “..1 BECAME SLOW AND CLUMSY, SLAPPING THE GROUND. | COULD FEEL HOW DEEP INSIDE WHERE THE BONE AND MUSCLE MEET | WAS NO LONGER PREPARED TO GO.” dragging body parts. the knowledge of events inside the body. the body that wants outside of its own self because short answers are too fucked up of where the some body has been, for how long and with whom. trying to erase the mind and the body knows exactly why because the body remembers the blood of it left behind and the confusion that tore into it. The lawyer wants to know. The doctor would like an examination. the woman keeps running around the edge of the park. she feels pavement but sees a forest, meeting closer with the muscle attached to bone. its gets hard there, “its weird how sometimes you can be in the middle of something and not realize where the damage is coming from. for in- stance, i was in a second hand war and could not see for the life of me where my father went. all the while he was down by the river sharpening his entrance, waiting for the exact points to arrive that i would never forget. it looks like and enclosure the size of his thumb. it looks like a room full of family people. everyone has their heads buried in their food, gobbling up the 20 second replays, while i am swallowing hard an enclosure the size of his thumb. no wonder the television is on. no wonder i could always get away with stealing. i knew when the fuckers were looking and when they weren't about to say anything,” strength of running is in the stride, its shape and grace of movement. how close it comes to expressing something infinite. higher strides ride above time. not counting because there is no beat. a fountain gliding. running around the edge of the park, revolving wildemess on the inside, pavement under feet. as a girl she leamed how ‘not fun" interior spaces could be. “the love game” was taught to her undivided attention. then it quickly divided. she only remem- bers running and then falling and then his form landing over her face and then running and falling again “Now promise your grandma you will be safe and never to go into the forest again.” The boy and girl found the bag of medical supplies in the back seat of the car. The two were underground and left alone for approximately ten minutes. The girl knew what she wanted to do but could tell the boy wasn't into it. They searched for tools, a stethascope. The boy probing for his own heart, the girl making the way it sounds on t.v... shuuwooshsshh shuuwooshsshh. It took a while but soon the two could hear the boy's heart together, back and forth. The girl then wanted to try for hers. She felt it would be louder than the boy's, assuming an acousic difference that would somehow translate her running experience. But she heard just the slightest indication of movement, a pulse hiding itself, moving slower than the boy's and deeper.