What carries over
in the long division
that the writer
must compute?
Does the mind
extrude more text-pictures
to the point where the images
take dictation and spread
comprehensible raspberry jelly?
Telly it to me sideways.
Our bellies are too pulled
to be gravitational.
The moon is an earth belly.
That was the name of an earthy
restaurant in Santa Cruz.
Tell me, is it still there?
A given piece of writing
can be shattered, thank you
Derrida. I can be shattered, too.
No thank you, though,
if you are offering.
Division can make clean cuts
with no remainder.
That is how I would like
my way to go.
Roman Ryan 