At a prosperity clinic the catbird in the meadow asks:

                 How many showers do you have to take to get a car?

Out both sides of my mouth I replied,

                 Don’t start me the lying!

Meadow-panned stained glass

windowsill, oology looking thing

she steps out into the frame and cruelty

lingers, like a wafer chasing losses syndrome

pipsqueak malaise always does what you

want the alcohol to do. And remembering is

the part

that helps you remember the things that you need

to know, like if I love you, I love you, it’s not

your fault, or congratulations, underwater robots

striking      a       colorful       garb       against

deconstructions In the background, and the

house is a computer wearing cathedral arms,

after all, what is grief?

A casino! Or, no it’s one

of those de facto objects people look

at to say they saw, supernatural

fomo

like opening up a gentrification

like being able to close a door in your

head to keep your thinking brain from

getting into