cloudy water from a tap
clears bottom up
a plastic cup exposes
the mood I’m in / in
reverse or nothing at all

Moleskine gives me random-sized
rectangular stickers
in random shades of red
a square is a rectangle
with OCD / meticulously detailed

leftover maps
guide me through
every maze you drop me into / you
and your drawn-on
poker face / distilled

catenary arch kilns
nothing is pure
those stickers have rounded
corners when peeled off
what remains

is an outline
of a November day
threatened by rain