you’d have to be
A LEARNATIC
to teach
You never know what we'll churn up in cleaning a stall
you’d have to be
A LEARNATIC
to teach
Cell calls
fingers
Like finally running out of words and thoughts?
Can I quit now?
TISSUES
ISSUES
police ride theater plate
bored student airport
“His poems are brilliant, even though he leaves lines unfinished, work uncorrected.”
Companions, as excess baggage.


Well, it is the premise of this blog. For the record, a lot of our junk was stored under this floor, though this barn in York, Maine, was never ours.