i.
some days are a water color, some are more of a
smeared oil. automate the
daikon fries and consider
what goes on top & sauce
below. there is just so much
to feel about, hanging around
like ghosts, or curtains, or
coalblack worm tunnels in which
two miners who have been crawling
frantically for a long time suddenly
bump helmets.
ii.
that feeling when one
ate enough yesterday for half of
today, today where the weather
is so wondrously calming, a fog against
which everything is softer and more real
