I am getting rid of clutter and in that are various scribbles on papers that could have only been expressed that way, then.
the rawness of the rambles makes them feel more like brambles
his was conjecture of meanings melded from papers just ripped in half readied of poe’he darkness made visible becomes the light – is called “impoverishment quota” 2006-2009 or thereabouts
900 small deaths
Of minimalist irrelevance
the fingers you touched
Just the same