quilt yourself into being,
degree by degree the
stitches will go into your
sides until it's a perfect
rectangle, maybe the sides
will even have the same
length, but don't count
those widths until
your obituary is on
the editor's desk:
social securitization,
rank accounts,
and a deathly life
taxed by pale green needles
purportedly grown naturally
(on trees, ha)
whereupon, take the measure
break into your mid-quarter
crisis, liminal ontological
encyclopedia consulted,
converse it out and do it
again, while the strange
others maneuver around
taking everything you
haven't tied down
Roman Ryan 