and you are only after the ruble and inside the energy of the curling memories that wrangle and tangle and whistle out through the bottoms of your feet. through the hob nob center of your cerebrum that says i am one of myselves forever. i am part of the part of the parcel of mankind.
she underlined the overscore and she stored the extra energy the sun gave her
inside her winter jacket
tucked inside the woolen pockets, tripled by the rainstorm curtains
ice cream and rice dreams and santa claus connections