How do I
Deserve? Liquid-crystal
Backlighting one hand,
And the other
Attending to a hardback. Do you
Remember the 16th century?
I mostly remember
Street lamps
Pouring themselves
Onto sidewalks. Mostly
I remember how I almost lived.
And how I never was
Cut-out to. Most of us
Are taking
Screen shots. Most
Are in the shower with a beer.
The pathos smeared
Across this paper
Is spoiling in the sun.
The way back
Is published after the fact
If ever. I feel lighter
Hauling my life
By its precision-cut
Chronometer.