from 1 to 2 is a hundred stakes paced out with moderate commitment, O the length, impressive if only not transparent what we do to each
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Day Box
keep close the rope that lifts your full weight onto the stage, head high enough to plod sunset twisting on a hook
Happy Happy
mount the entire range from border to border, at the peak, ask who was born first, the wind holds a long tune
And Cut
some day as an envelope, weak weld on fold where lick lets a drag into the mouth,
trust mail to sew a nation’s cliffs together, that’s the add
Tar Wash
the son awakes all the other 364 with a shovel in the sky, spreading chew across the mute country, give the work
Lease Out
centuries of stuff knock about the truck bed: gavel, bow saw, pike, spine glue, wax seal, thumbprints, awl, a slip and fall of humans
Settle
as ever, prod, peel and break the coil broiling the trunk one holds up to the sun as unclaimed proof
Seasoning
brittle makes for rich notes swirling in the soup, bubbles snapping out of fish heads staring from the other world
Road From One to None
hay is for healthy mouth movement, teeth flash from under skinned cushions, from a silent distance, everything talks
Wait Allowance
organs in the mail, currency in the water main, policies in tree rings
take my hand with you over the border