in the dumb cafe
I unwittingly
braid the potted fern
behind me
into my hair
I think capturing
slivers of her
shiny painted nails
in the scanner bed
when assembling
our reading packets
is part of our teacher's
artistic practice
the White House wants
to let many pipelines
and other major projects
go ahead without review
I wonder what's a choice
and what's a habit
anymore
I wonder what we all are
without each other
