the in file, the out file,


I recognize I’ve

been maybe on a lunatic binge

has cost me

try count all the

holes on asbestos squares

now staring down from the ceiling

and one can start

repeat over and over

naturally can re-start and repeat near anywhere

makes everyone wonder who and when’ve started or

then have numbered the stars?

this being abbreviated because you can

go now and then where you might’ve left off

the night or month before

this gets possibly back in time which can be a hassle

and the scientists or housewives who’ve

caught or counted the

flippant little seconds

around or as such

counted between lightning strikes

somehow gauging distances

and hearing your thin singing behind

a shower curtain in another city

maybe ice stammering hard against the outside window

my shadow casts backward from the TV

the room appears under water