[ to get lost in the world. The
pavement
bowing
toward a local milk husk folding back
by way
of restoration. Should the lost figures
bled
longer never adjust. Unafflicted, chock-full of recollections
along
the RED HAIR SEA
SHORE. Doesn’t allow
their
habits, clothing weights, nubs of sense inverted
upon
insignificance . the body does not keep
to get
lost in the world. The pavement
was
interested in some way connecting with a
later, I
lay down on an empty street
to
remind me of some names I’d loved
