The forest, the gentry, the lost, we're all
captives here in the hootenanny
tooth gap awaiting a tongue. Number
each and every suitor. One, awake. Two, too
awake, ethical. Barely torque the tanker
but slide the slick before the oil so the opacity
recalls--this doesn't feel right, does it--
I want to think like you, the you of shapes,
not the you of sizes. Integrity?
To say that something is adequate
enough is a tautology. Is already
is but careful. Ah is it just sap? Code word: funny
-- Corina Copp, Fence14