Scorched Anecdote
What begins an accrual of weak electric impulses
ends as scales practiced on the library steps
Notes rise. Days rise. I rise, then Sara rises
The carpenter bee understands nothing of helicopters
The helicopter pilot understands bees perfectly
Salvage from declaratives vulnerability
Salvage Monica from Travis, Eric from Juliette
From Mike salvage Julie & Sara from me
Lettuce on paper, blackberry juice on the words:
“we’re this & we’re that aren’t we?”
