Dina and Dan Pontificate About The Audience

It’s what I do in the past tense that makes me a man.

It’s what I call a shriek, the sound of an oath, the wind, as she falls into

With Vronsky the habit of asking herself the question.

I suppose you didn’t ask when I said I am afraid of fine art

I don’t care if you don’t have a shadow

I like it when grandparents pass away

I prefer the young to the old but there are aspects of my person which are gothic

I stop being there for people when it comes time to say goodbye

I wait only for so long before I grow tired and fall asleep.

I applied for it on multiple occasions and the agency which was to see to it never responded

I came to understand that the documents must be handled carefully

There is no ease in grammar

To say to your loved one you need to listen for the dawn

I lied. Space does not, like time, give way to forgetfulness.

I like it wild, when there is a chance for tension, between the two of us, to be normal.

I plan ahead

The seating arrangements were by color

Someone may have been allergic to the lighting

Beyond the chair, various means of state approved execution.

I am a doctor.

In another dimension, there is another me

The universe is multivalent and it yearns for an accurate typology

I like that other option, when shown the film about the assassination of the president.

I use instruments, sometimes the sun, or a page turned in a notebook

A leaf as well as a hiccup.

It’s what I do to keep the little I have left from being nothing at all

A bright void filling the screen

I use tools

Whose laughter was not meant for my eyes

But since I came to a halt, her ringing ears

Full of the capture of space negated, time turned back