I can't quit you...(blushes) even if I do bad things with you.

I'm not about to say I'm writing
to poetry there, though I am

Writing to Writing



There is, right now,one man
here, in this
coffee shop. No Yum Yum
Shoppe, too close to
close - without it couldn't we
disperse.

The ammo, kind of what to eat, or eating
us. They put the cookies

out. With bugs
and sun near churches.

Mistook a back
ery
for bakery
and This

for a bakery at all. What oven.

What squat figure
isn't early enough. Hasn't risen.
Is yeast.

We're never nearly rising
here, instead a shift or prism
instead of

smooth hands, kneading
kneading