knows to spend a whole life
reading a single book.
That's how long it takes,
no matter the page count
to comprehend what was meant
what's in the tent
versus outside
in the swirling sand
called a beach but really
forever desert gulch.
It's got enough sugar to be coated
enough warmth to be coded
into the ceded territory
whose ownership is like a context
that couldn't call itself language.
When a rock is a rock
ask for a rock
when rock is rock
listen for the rock.
If the glass breaks
someone threw it
and will have to
pay.