cotton to

you are a vine

your No Problems follow you wherever you go.

We used to move as delicate as temple dancers.

the crack of the crust and the fold of the shirt

put a nother dime in the jukebox daddy

I like when I am working and I can feel you talking in my pocket.

the past is alive enough so that those of us who inhabit its corpse aren’t clawing each other to death while we’re feeding

baby’s not ripped but could come to be

Take it easy, but take it!

I’m dug from the rubble and cut from the kill.

Sipping from a bottle labeled BUSINESS CLASS.

The kind of relaxed that sends birds winging from the trees.

unrivaled access to a drawing of an orange

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Treasure_trove

First day of spring: I keep thinking about the end of autumn.

The inside of a seashell sounds like the inside of a seashell.

I have not forgotten the inside of a church.