for Lindsay

An animal backed into a corner wounds the future. Continuously pushing backwards with the legs, it would be much better to learn a fight since the fifth grade and that was against a girl with an image of an elephant behind me. A wounded animal with its back up against you smoldering lost sparks crimping the moon behind swift salmon clouds. The newly freed rivers ran unpredictably; sometimes swift, sometimes sluggish as they braided from the clouds all perfection at once. Do you really think I’m worthy of time? Copyright law wasn’t written with today’s content consumption in mind; how adventure travel kills conspicuous muscle for numerous tasks like the human consequences. A wound in the back of every convenience store could be heard intermittently flushing the plied ice of latent plows.

In an interrogative form, addressed to you in order to get information in reply, the silences display themselves regularly throughout my day.