Sometimes you need the force of a
sure voice nudging you with warmth to
just get on with it though
nothing is free but this
though I meant to list the local flowers
as usual though yes we were
talking about you, the search for
a bit better, three dozen more
interviews for the ghost of a
reworking the clay again a
diet of lentils cicada
a coarse bread to wreck your last
molar while we continue to brush
never-satisfied sand to the side
other animals 