like a fraudulent card left at the bottom of a purse.
Pursuant to a dream.
A large catalog of ideas.
A slap. Lipped over a wishful case of stimulus.
Bargain basement bins, beget shoppers looking for
the newest highway, or turnaround.
Bridges and Banter. Damp shirts left lying, spread out on the dirt almost
Walking for water.
The summer had rained all day long. Keeping me inside, bored
ignoring TV and myself. I kept a daily wish list, immediately forgettable
by the time I started it all over again. and again.
What a waste of you, but with really no space to rent and an overwrought
dispenser making mesh of what was once less frayed.
Straighten out your sheets, you’ll need them for lying later.