justwrite 7 january

i'll have to cut it short because the cold is too dark for my fingers at this juncture this jointure ligature rigmarole guacamole hotplate but inside the tomatoes are sneezing happily in vitamin c delight biting their seeds with thicklipped pleasure measuring out the curtains for their certain next step the thoughts that will have leapt from their vines into findoutfirst lasting impressions caressing the directions toward home around and back to and from and how many can we have in this bag of tupperware comparisons i'd like to ping that pong all through the rainclouds the icy shrouds of daylight brighter than your average bean seen on a sweet scene that i'd like to rewind happily defined as a sense of completion without being finished because more would be nice too