one in one’s own illuminated cone

Exclusive cheeseburger, bonus miles, be with you again shortly, home by 8:15. The Prayer of Saint Francis, a buzzer beater. I’ll write cards this trip but not if I can’t find stamps. By coming here from there we’ve merely traded winds.

Bending at the hip, spending $3,000 on purchases, imagine.

Dream of backlit destinations drawn in so close the eyes can’t focus, not this calendar year.

Containers for one-time-use only.

Never considered a workspace an amenity.

Imagine having a coffer, imagine filling it with plastic, imagine being taken inside, a carbonated hiss in reverse.