justwrite 25 may

waiting backward is its own reward for what has already come what has strung along each minute with you in it keeping the pieces in order for later re-telling or sideways yelling into a void into annoyed choices buoying up the chickenfat piles wondering where the while's off to hats scoffing through another endangered tributary leading somewhere other than your mother thought it ought when she pushed you onward in that cozy basket tasked with tracking each truck and trading each stick in the road for a fork with which to poke and to tune but even with the moon on the wane there's no strain to remain upright it's the night's own tale to tell well into the dark and hearkening to natural breaths left wandering in the frozen foods aisle smiling in wonder at the sundry plunderers' booty frozen into double-duty community yours for the seeking with the sound effects leaking out of bounds ground into astounding developments by a mortar and pestle somewhat inclined to wrestle the good from the chaff and to laugh off the disaster in a faster than reasonable motion shows devotion to some other power maybe not higher up waiting to fire down the ladder but a gladder existence mixed against resistance no vaccine required just cleanly fired in a kiln spilling warm goodness you shouldn't miss to believe just see and receive