Cassandra Smith > Recent Status Updates

“Who makes these changes?
I shoot an arrow right.
It lands left.
I ride after a deer and find myself
chased by a hog.
I plot to get what I want
and end up in prison.

I dig pits to trap others
and fall in.

I should be suspicious
of what I want.”

“There’s no blocking the speechflow-river-running-
all-carrying momentum that true intimacy is.”

“Paradise on my right, Hell on my left, and the Angel of Death behind.”

“When water gets caught in habitual whirlpools,
dig a way out through the bottom
to the ocean. There is a secret medicine
given only to those who hurt so hard
they can’t hope.

The hopers would feel slighted if they knew.”

“A bright weaver’s shuttle flashes back and forth,
east-west, Where-are-we? Ma ku? Maku.
like the sun saying Where are we?
as it weaves with the asking.”

“Last night the moon came dropping its clothes in the street.
I took it as a sign to start singing,
falling up into the bowl of sky.
The bowl breaks. Everywhere is falling everywhere.
Nothing else to do.

Here’s the new rule: break the wineglass,
and fall toward the glassblower’s breath.”

“What do you despise? By this are you truly known.”