i was reading how to be an antiracist and i had to vacate—i'd been inhered too long, i went to the point and a fellow in a red t-shirt on an earbud phone was yelling about racist america the whole time a red kite flying over his head. i read a poem from certain magical acts i read before i read it slow listening to the fellow yelling. pandemic recreation. i swam three times and it was easy to not concentrate in the water though on land it's a trick. i feel languid now. what's the connection between languid and tongue or language, when languid i feel language is like water or memory, like pulse. like it could carry 1600 miles underwater like whale song and without a word.