mm.

the man as he pinches sweat from his yellow bowtie into a shot glass is also the man sadly at your ear.

it means to be sadly:  bug eye and burnt leaf.  big child but small hands like sleeping bats.  try brushing

your knee

that way.

is there a certain rowing in dogs.  the first jobs, and the last, happen in boats that are warehouses and dogs

slip in and out, past flour.

open doors we had this trick called for a snake and called for cutting it.  the size of your house, of mine, then could hush

apostrophes.

I sat anyway on my bike without wheels.  you stopped to take off your shoes from behind but I wouldn't zip it.

then a school bus, dawdling, in the word

doom.