upshot begets upshot, or so we like to think while washing out
last year’s fake blood stains. I take you to the market where they sell
freshly stained rugs bigger than the available floorspace. in case

of what is later determined to be a true, nebulous, authentic, spurious,
artificially-sweetened, economically-incented, unadvertised multi-cultural
emergency, I suggest you practice your donuts and your

spawning techniques, which cannot be practiced but rather spin out
pathologically, omnidirectionally, emphatically. our desires are
not unlike donuts, not quite tightly contained enough, just a little skid

or a hop and they
poof into sugardust
fallout. under all
our handy misunderstanding
the footsome bridges.