That little bead of Styrofoam cooler, which has uncoalesced onto the porch floor, who has as they say left the island, no…pathetic.

I’m lost.(—A turning inward.)
A period.

A what I started to say
was this.—

that little bead of Styrofoam running away
from your licked finger, pushed by the molecules

being pushed by your finger. Ambivalence
has a life expectancy comparable to rivers—

drop becomes trickle becomes…

I can’t find the, no…

O, you are too safe for us, some drops
are simply lost to the water table.

The invisible mouth drawing-in on the mouth of the invisible straw which becomes a thin cigarette dripping in patches and rising in streams and…
O, socialized oh so dialectically, so grammatically, so incorrectly, frankly

what I wanted to tell you was, which made the sound of collapsing limestone
caves, which fall as taught bubbles rise, which are being drawn away…

regardless of origin, oh-so becomes oh, so
oh becomes so cut loose, and cut, and cut, and cut, and cut, and cut again. Like so.