justwrite 10 march

to give the assignment it would be a divine cent spent on a stamp dampened by anticipation and welded to the ceiling with healing powers the likes of which have never been scene in a place in a play where the thing is itself and its health represents the state of the union the confusion we offer in place of answers spaces the dancers right out and the doubts come on the strong-armed conversationalists twist their steps and repetitions are the only response the vaunted haunts the flounce that pounces on its own best interests let me tell you how the phone rings for whom the knock on the door is in store we are more than our own worst critics we are cynics sitting in it and stewing and stirring our brews the truths we cannot fail to miss are blissfully floating in remote circles overhead watching our moves and the sun and the lengthening shadows imagining how long we can keep moving how long without water the progress without fodder the food for animals the bands we pull out of nowhere and press into existence the music the names we claim for our own and for our children big enough to be real the imaginary canaries crying out for a return to the coalmines where it’s just fine and not too bright with those headlamp lights don’t worry about the peripheral just consider the ahead and the behind won’t remind you of itself unless the doctor checks your charts unless the stethescope touches your heart and we will all know we will show the results of this surgery to our closest distant relatives and forgive the forgetting and worry about you and your hands whether the commands you’ve presented deserve the enter key the return the discount the receipt the packing slip flipped over and served with breakfast the crispy version and the starchy packing peanuts delivered not into styrofoam