There are you game. Oh ergh another one of this. We bring
back note-passing and scissor fingers. And I fleece you while I unfleece you. Your person just attracts minor haberdashery. If I bathed you in warmth – – how would you come out? Your thematics were good and ribbed. The faces that we’re going through. But you gaze past what comes naturally. As do I do you? I also dreamt of hangman. Fancy, it was tautological. The waiting underlines. Ceiling matter gathers on your Tshirt. Okay I thought:
Thistle equates to poetry but doesn’t lead to it.
Sugar engenders sugar tears.
Mammal bears reflection.
Exercise chalks up or walks up
Sentimental is a good paddler.
Time can be thickened.
Not terrible is a truth and a sluice.
And then there was your twice-folded receipt, which provided:
Chai tea / steel wool / a place for my seat / a spot for my cherry.