Bad Date
  Jamie Bradley

"...Clothespins! God I love
clothespins. We should stock up on them. Some
day they may stop making them, and then what?"

-James Tate, "At the Clothesline"

Clothespins! The pooling
downhill. The sore distraction
in the neighbour's yard.

Crouch among the bushes, work
towards blindness. I have all
the letters from the government.

Walking back with her
across the wharf construction
& the remainder of ducks:

imagine real silence. Reel
cautionary tape. Somewhere
authority glad-hands the sky.

Streets are the arms of water.
Sump interrogates the outer
night, the smooth outline.

I am sending you the photos
you took on my phone.
I see myself in none of them.

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