without you

I’m 19 cigarettes.

–an even dozen
 
 
 
 
(from the Baker)

99 cents,

lint,

&

a

rubberband,

>close<

but no

Lewinsky

and close only counts

in horseshoes, hand grenades,

& the beginning of horseshoes and hand grenades.

Divided

>I pick<

unknotting

thread

that revels

that reviles

that reveals

an unraveling.

©Karen Robiscoe