One had I sailor in foot's grave. As tho you understood every word. Anticipation dilated your eyes. You cld pick an ant up between your fingers without crushing it. In the plastic blue dish sat old soap slivers.
Sky is in the clouds.
Gums die back. An airplane heading somewhere high in the twilight. Always, in the vicinity of the doorknob, fingers print. Kerouac's distaste for the comma. The lift of any slow launch.