try to hold a cigarette with your eyelashes
and consider whether anything is worth the
trouble
curl your knees into your chest and bother
your head wrapped in a mushy jacquard
there's a noise at the door
across the road, shouting, who the, what the
muffled jingle, hand all full of keys, snowy
footfall breaks silent atom to white horse
dreamy lip-thought, dog beating saute
the best thing you've ever eaten was what
pasting the light turns on itself
what was a phone call in the down street
what key wouldn't fit in what snaky lock
slicker
damned as we are to be want to what not
fly though we so do a blander for got