no subject

and as the cats meowed

far past late

the wider, the wider we grow

to a big puddle of things

and such things that rust by the damp.

wet

noise

sit, sat wisely, placed in.

leaving headlights on the left

driving pennyless to some sea, of a name we didn’t know.

you let your big toe get flooded

in between, as if in between the sand-

mann wont get there. laughs

now

and more of the cold air kept us almost too close.