Unknowns and failure to adapt.
The lowness, lack. The this the that.
What about no articles?
No questions, no answers?
What about The Questionnaire?
Unknowns and failure to adapt.
The lowness, lack. The this the that.
What about no articles?
No questions, no answers?
What about The Questionnaire?
This is me relaxing
this is me not liking what I’m writing
this is me still looking for the answer
this is me with a vestigial sense of boredom
this is me with mountains petals mountains petals mountains
this is something like a bag of petals paper catching petals
this is vision you are bequeathed a vision and you grasp it whether it is sandwich bags or earth house hold
this is your gift your vision
this is how we do it
how and how and how
Earnest morning gave a backlash
a background a boatload
of unspoken advice
the “I can help you” and “I know the answer”—
answer answer
She wishes for answers, application.
She is a term of art.
She is a piece of work.
How are we to have a moment where I contact you? Evening.
I let you alone. Left.
How is this to be done? Radical.
Fingerly grasping.
Fingerly typing.
Finger lily.
Stay away stay away the one that totally withdrew, the one that wouldn’t take no for an answer, this is not an unusual situation, this is not a catch-up, this is not catching up, this is not a spirit, this is not a des-spirit.
Desk.
I am late so late so finally late.
I am late to ask the question about mountains.
I am late to coax the answer from your stony lips.
Absence of relaxation today—what? pressure? the house is a pressure.
Pressure—pleasure—pressure—pleasure—someone has to have the answers
why does it seem like my goal is to stump them?
The quiet room, the late afternoon.
Dogs barking in the neighborhood. The house phone rings; not a good idea to answer it, it’s either a political call or a fund-raising call. Or both. Or a wrong number.