favorite.

this poem in its full (and...correct) version is lost somewhere in papers. from memory:


spread
as if to say let anything worth taking be took

on the other hand,
i need my fingers, i'll cross them. even if crooked from sprain, i'll cross them.

snap and send coins winged. outline cloud creatures, squint and squish between.
air arrows, drag triggers. fan out in shadows to fly.
measure the miles in the inches of knuckles.
wet and feel wind. wind cassette guts.
flip a bird or flick bent paper. tie a ribbon around and remember to remember.

point
as if, as if to say it is you, but it hasn't always been.