A Conversation with Candice after African American Literature (or a work in Progress)

"You wanted to [call me out and] argue in front of the class"

-C. Walton to W. Scarlett added emphasis

or know what ripped you: a part, a bout, about repetition & revision

You: Acknowledging[ownership]
what existed before
present presentation/current conversation..
Me: but nothing (k)new,

Candy...

"You are something the whole world is doing"

You/Patron: (Patronizingly)
I know,
I know,
we are all vessels.

Me/Patron:(Patronizingly)
Vessels 4
pretty things
ugly things
godly thing
hellish thing

Malcom X & Bull Conor patrons
vessels filled with borrowed molecules
to quell and to cure
to sell and restore

So am I

a muse
you are you
am I you
a musing
2u
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W
?

Here's an idea:

signifying 1. Candy Candy, I imagine Joyce Ann Joyce and Henry Louis Gates Jr. coquettishly conversing, playing the dozens [over a candle lit table] as dozens of academes rubberneck and take||||tally 2. publish papers peppered with pale ideas for pale patrons prying plying pasting postulated pin ups of practiced personalities playing into passe paradigms ( but pardon, Parks redefines) Riddle:
3. who can count the molecules hanging in suspension as they flirt with vivacity, electric lattices building connecting bridges burning over the ideas of what they are?