NEWS / PACE –PLACE – PLACEBO / FOUR – FLOUR / LAD – GLADE / GRID / HUT / PAT –TRAP – TAPIR / MAT – TEAM / JUT / WOMAN / LAZY / BAIT / CHUTE /KITE / FORK / GOAD / ZEE / BARE / DIG – GAINED / ONYX / QUEEN / HEX

I dig the windscaly with kites, nonreactive

to its ownrefashioning. Not lazy per se, but nor

a team of one,needing no resources beyond itself.

Onyx baitedlight, gained a gleaming.

We gleaned fromnews our values—

the values puton us and put forward by.

A fork meetsflour if flour has met that which

begets dough.Eat et and. Hand to mouth

to mouth. I’velearned better than to tell you

how somethinglooks without first

looking to see.There are other ways. An otherwise.

Gaze-licked andgoaded, the queen flashed

the lad. His patbuttered her. A mat

lay like a patof butter on the hut’s crumbly floor.

The better togreet you. Excuse me,

may I replaceyour trap with a placebo?

May I tamperwith and redirect the hex?

To be ended aswith a zee, expectedly.

Bloody, bloody.Was the alphabet corralling

the way wordsformed with the alphabet are—

seek to be:woman, man, clothed,

bare, bear,tapir, etc. Four sighs struggled up

the chute of mythroat and settled

in the glade. Agator stood in for something,

jutted up like apalm of mud. A slick hand

makes a quartergo away. Absence heaved forth

fascination.Mood as placenta, nourishing a face.

We use this gridto know ourselves.

Pace from pointto point, then tinker

with hunkering.That where we are, there is!

DAY –DAILY / MAN – MAGNET / RAIN – DEBRAIN / TONE / HIRE – THRIVE/ SOY – YOGIS / MICE – CLIME – MALICE – CLAIMED / GNAT –GRANT – TEARING / POX / JUNE / BUSY / FOX / HAY – HAIRY / LAP –PLACE / WOK / LORD – ROILED / FOE – FORE – FORGE / JUNK / QUA/ WENT

Your maliceforged quite a foe

lapping at youfor debraining.

A junk lord wentman

on us, thrivedlike a magnet

in rain. Grantus a June

a wok wouldenvy.

May we be soybits

twice browned,our tenderness defected.

A conjunction nolonger roiled

the sentencesettled in

my mouth, thoughthe confession

did as a foxmight

securing a newhole

and establishedits hold

over an emptyplace.

At the fore ofour mice-days scattering

of us partingmore profoundly

than a biblicalsea

an umbilicalmyth nourishes

your largesse,and yogis seek you,

houser ofgnat-bodies in your syrupy cup.

If I lay out hayfor the dream to chew,

will it let meapproach it?

If you vote apox off the island,

will it seekvengeance and inscribe

itself in yourvery cave?

Your tone getsbusy with your meaning,

bares it. Inever claimed the hairy pew

of you forsitting. Gross. As a film grosses,

as a film offuzz hugs a thigh as

a breading hugs.It’s true, no one will

have (qua hire) me—not so much

biting astearing. We know the climes

we each prefer. Dailywe anticipate

hearing theother’s preference.