when are you going to

do the breathing, the stop-

ping, the collecting? when


will sky turn off and Ven-

us on ? when is the real


feeding? when is dire-


ction not important? when

will footpaths flow like prose


and not trip with mis-spell-

ings? when will the power

lines, looking up from the


backseat of the car, stop

making staves and playing?


when are there little bones?