Feeling the discomfort in the extra visit upstairs
I decide on a new angle
It thrives
On gossip and
At once is all...is all...
Is all carbon dioxide
You say hello and then
You say great
The good news is of no use
To my preparation for the
Forthcoming conflict...
The sixth of a muggy
Muggy morning
When huge gifts
Have been making us feel
Mortified, industrious
Conscious...
Until we have traded our content of water
With the profiteers of the three mile radius