Tounge depressors,
of the thought of them,
using them depressed
her in a vital way. The
wood, rounded. The
imminent departure
of the bus when you arrive
at the bus stop. Invoking
cloture over you better
angels, demons; both.
She loathes the carving
of a boat from driftwood.
Imaginary little people in
the cracks and tiny knot-
holes. The overwhelming
ocean in real scale over
the tiny portion of a real
boat.
