there.

rewriting landscape.

 

Kyle Schlesinger

from Bigfoot

 

Jerry is a tireless builder. Today he is making a tool shed.

Last year he made a picnic table. He once turned an all-season radial into a swing, lassoed it around a totem pole. It became petrified. I have also. I think that lasso saved my life.

Back at the camp, you make coffee, apply mink oil to his boots. Shit and sleep deep in the woods. The shade on the page or skin.

And as you read, the shade at the end of the page recedes into white. He senses danger, memory, and a sense of loss. One double consonant cannot satisfy. Diphthong I am.

I press deeply into the forest floor, leaving impressions but no trace. Andrew Genzoli is all strung out. Margarine (can’t get enough). I think it may be a maypole. Tie yellow ribbons. Snow still stalls.

Oil the chain. Mark a mark


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