Fascinating pain at the tips of my fingers leaps
literally spreads contained acid and causes fires
to destroy within. Halfway down the river where
things start to disappear earlier I’m making a limestone
pulp cough up a slate patch while a mean bluejay
sharpens his beak. Libraries trying to get educated
acidfree alkaline paper. Takes this chemical text –
standing on the streetcorner checking out the “arch
itecture” – stores reduced lightning into little seedpods on front porch.
