an insistent phrase among
abandoned particles

one lick

the stain on my fingers
was chocolate, not blood

gets away from me
a photograph, a letter
to be forwarded

whatever david tells you

or tells me, abt theft,
abt lenin

*

this country is built up
of so many fragments

travel glue
that keeps them / bond

or fresh / a legacy

true north
goes off / gets

closer to the border

yellowknife south
watches world by satellite

not knowing anything
not knowing everything

by touch

*

by the highway

sprays the rock face
w/ paint
love
declares itself

love

as long as
erosion allows