Gardens sell what is commonly grown.
Meeting here feels like preparing our cabin in the launch.

Bad behavior, showing anger, beginning to learn — more easily understood as work- 
permitted off time, sometimes a less polite form of the hole-  

in-the-universe w/ a large beaker installed, per Le Bourgeois gentilhomme. 

Too many promising variations like this citrus ring where sawdust
had fallen..

hell tore past our recondite sentiments often disqualified for pleasure
while we’re thinking otherwise over brunch.

Very late it began to be less cloudy.

Your foreign friend daubed lotion
to countermine zooms.

Her neck and collarbone burning
to show their softness. Her hair seems partible
emitting an innocence that blasts.