I’m like so busy
with work
mostly, not mine but a surprise
technically writing, I like
forgot language
could be so orderly, kind
of like a miniature
variety, miniature
and tone deaf, erect in no kind
of dickinson way, just
so. like what ever
happened to that stencilled
alphabet that was all the packaging
generic could hope for? the beautiful
symmetry of its aisle in spite of variety:
potato chips, lima beans ration the alphabet
unobstructed, a favorite
memory works really,
not mine