You’re welcome, April. Plugged, tall, slim,
Aggrieving.

We’re in public space, an elevator or the hallway. We think
Mining happy talk still has a more colossal future than trigonometry. Happiness has many floors
To appropriate then publish others’ ideas we began tinkering on.
Life wheels. We borrow the ephemeral camping saw and hood scoop as April questions
Conventions, boundaries, and syntax. Then April exits. Yay.