holy trinity

2009

i'm running and my calluses

fingerblisters burst atop a purple can

vas of corroding textbook

plates and a lid from your

expiring collection of

butte r

crackers made from

slight bones and whisker

thrown down stone

churches by a tri

polared rabbi with soft suede shoes

in a late brown nov

ember to celebrate a certain

coming(?)

of a salvation

through pension