enforcements abound with a nod of the head and a click
of the heels, umbrella in hand despite the drought. castanetting
of two coins stuck to sweaty fingers as the blast begins to tunnel

beneath the city we swore, fingers crossed behind our swaybacks, we’d
fall into an expansive mist, asking both ways before choosing never to
adore forever, most of it fireworked all to hell except the roaches and ants

who have their own fire, who have their own Hello World policy. under
the ant body is another ant body, less brittle than the first. perched upon
the bench you found this: a lark, slippage, a current of another

more feathery storm system, blustery air disturbed by words
of an unstable stable. they are fed exquisite heapings of phoneme-clouds
which have their own ether, an ethic of Yes Please not subsumed

by all prior shortcomings and goings. these little pro-active
fractals like kiefer or sourdough starter, living beings, the zingier
ones leap up and rewrite their own novel of earthly meta-normal

factory floor models. it can be difficult to see how space creatures
conceive of vehicular transportation. how our own inversion of umbrellas
actually might affect life on our own planet, much less health insurance

when it comes to all that slips between the crevices. up next: an
unprecedented perpendicularity with no sign of a cure, a vigorous
emptying of the beckoning parallel causeways, in search of