CHAOSby Mark DeCarteret save us I try to say straightening up your late aunt’s vase & putting the tulips back in their place the cat now tackling a glint given off by the skylight like this tightest of oft-white buds before letting this overstrained other one-- a sprig splitting time between our skin & the scuffed up nicked floors of the cottage really have it up until one of us having seen to the coffee spills & stuffing has recovered our voice just enough to sound brighter more curious than the sun |