while i only look at poetry sites at the new job when the server is down that prevents me from reading and testing the un-live webpages i'm supposed to be reading and testing, which has been frequent today, with a co-worker who yells "internet break!" as soon as the server's down, a prose poem called "Transport Stipulation" on a spartan white page has a perfect, could-be-work-related appearance. thanks Sawako! thanks Dusie! keep em comin...

s & i have always been good at getting fruitful misreadings out of one another's work... a lovely bit i saw in "tramp":

in the morning the bleak purse ever nearer a meal