We looked in the Hooters' window
put each thing we saw into categories
like Staunch or Velvet
this distributed the scene
with a lot of blood

minutely briefly there
a potentially afternoon substation
you couldn't recall the present, her stick, our neighbor, that chest
but the future echoed in
all vida and macaroons, which I hate

when I come back from the air then
I will tell you the truth
over phyllo suches weakly
literal as money
could

I learned a lot in today
what to omit in reply
taking 9 words yonder
this dead & alive at once
stuff suits all of us