we ask that all patrons are not

a handrail leads down to unworked dirt
what once were stairs are not and you can’t see them
i can take a message if you’d like
i’ll spell it out in the beer cans below the porch
i’ll allow it a permanent marker or long enough
after eight months a child begins to understand
objects exist outside of their immediate senses
so to say this accidental elegy is sensible
is nonsense and if stairs were concrete
they could crack but what kind of chains do their ghosts shake
what kind/s what mean/s i don’t see it
can i could you leave a number
and a good time to reach you


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