notes

blank look

now at the end

with a spine bent with a story

that is heavier than the breath unbound

what is worse than the unread

the unwritten

what is longer than the novel

the old

i am erasing you there

to the brag of the unfinished

the failed metaphors

the depraved similes that stand

like

the unliked

where there are a stream of

nouns without adjectives

verbs without adverbs

misplaced characterizations

of the thing mistaken for the thing

socks for feet

coffee for life

rest for death

love for you