Intersections

On the banks of the river Tajo
I sat with Alvarez talk­ing about Deleuze
Curi­ous, soft — moments of discovery.

In Queens­land heat —
a bar at 11pm after cat empire
reigned with those horns and
that Wurl­itzer sound circ­ling around the heavens —

How many of these would talk Deleuze with me?
How many would revel in navigating
the com­plex intric­a­cies of dia­logue and debate?
Which under­stand inter­sec­tional feminism?
Which the nuance of media and cul­tural analysis?
And which would I dis­ap­point, unschooled as I am
in the sub­tleties of music theory, art, particle physics?