Ledgers make light of the news.
Policy equates practice, designates who is who. 
You book it, reveal the space where light might leak.
All thorough, a pencil erases tremulous views.
Numbers can dictate geography, as well as balances.
(all the ways I inhabit you, take you in)
Rain evaporates eventually and it gets too hot to sleep.
Volumes of Stein riffling in the wind left open.
You can’t survive without guts, gutters. 
A return clunks if a typewriter, or if a driveway full of parked cars.
Ivy covers. Love persists.