a newsprint that won’t sully our fingers even as the news
seeps into the already-bloodstained concrete, fixed like a fight yet
won’t stick until we ask nicely. is that so much to ask? such

litterers we are! such organized monstrosities! unwilling receptors
of conjoined and knife-fed mouthfuls of slop. a grueling flock
of flyers conveying advertisements for services no one could ever

fully articulate without the help of animated images framed by
emoticons conveying an emotionless stasis of cute, cultural cakes frosted
with layer upon layer of too-little, too-late, too-lacking. too, i confess

my alsos have become
slight guesses of accretion
notwithstandings under
jurisdiction of a ravine
a bridge under construction