By | 1 December 2014

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.

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