species-specific

deleting if from wonder

is capsizing land and leaving surface water

along my hands, the border—

draft of thin black word—light vaporizes in the office and I too wonder about my place

it is in there in margin in cranny in

cobwebs brushed away

the books we read as children

were soft

paperback

opening us to the cobblestone streets

fresh milk and butter

and warm bread

in the early morning

when the light strays through the window