script – other animals

keep writing reviews of movies we haven’t seen in order to assemble to unbreakable script

some cloudy mornings it’s the feel of the favorite pen in your hand you charge off not caring about a cracked phone screen the band-aid covering bone the stomp of the neighbor through the ceiling hope and calm caught in little chunks we string together to make a necklace though perhaps even that was a way to dig down to the level of the excavation you needed to see with its as yet untranslated script and inscrutable editorial cartoons which they say

the flowers this year will be late and unequivocal

gone as soon as it comes and if it weren’t for the dark smudge but no matter when the answer embroidered in a minuscule script costs too much in sparrow wings