Many abstract attitudes buried below our strip down to not speaking,
a form of nervous laughter.

As tho together, whom we never see again define entire affability arcs of irony in
a series of slippery zoning disputes.

I never said it at the time, making us all liars, yet if he takes over that zone he’ll reach another
cemetery, with the same vulgar, adolescent cri de coeur.

Body snatching preventing us from meeting, a 2nd point —