6 january

sometimes there is the kind of connection that is not -- i am reaching but -- something like magnets, maybe? -- who put what in the pocket and all the strips went haywire -- elevator dysfunction breakfast is a rutabaga, snow eats july for dinner: freeze affects us all. merry-go the other way, flop like an easel collapsed under the weight of waiting -- a vision of schism and the sideburns to match -- carry out the cabbage patch and lock the door when gone --