I could tell you about
rags & bones & the turquoise all-nighter
the grace to be thus
plundered
divided by the square
root of ground zero
The bag
man’s alibi
quenching a
global thirst
sounded bogus to me
Gazing out thru the portable window
I keep handy just in case I need to make a
quick getaway
a running leap into the
arms of gravity
splashing
headfirst
into
a spilled drink
