A store, supplies, instant art. Just add water. But they do not cohere. As suspected, I was stuck with the can of Folgers. The way you tell the story, I see them at one end of the house eating and playing cards while you sit alone at the other end.
Shoelaces drop lazily onto an finished dais, oiled and uneven.
Curled next to me in the stabbing dark. Shampoo fragrance molds itself to crease in unseen sheets. Sun peels ribbons revealing grass nested in dissolving stripes of snow. Palm trees slant, border of parade. Miami route iced with skyscrapers, colored lights.