coffee becomes wine becomes coffee
and the wind is haunted
blowing the sun just out of reach again
chase it like a hat flown off
what would be groovy and liberatory
for a person to read?
what’s a projection
and what’s solid?
what am I taking for granted as permanent?
there’s lots of different kinds
of “two kinds of people in this world”
and you can suck on the hard candy
of an “always” or a “never”
but I prefer the softness of a noun
“pocketbook” is like
a saltwater taffy
it can hold the whole day
zipped in a deep corner
