What wanted, dark clouds over the lightening sky
in evening even, or the high chroma red plastic
of a travel mug, not prepared for next morning but
used in the night.
Again coming back to entreat of hating ones
photography (or any other aspect of the body
or all others, even). What confusion then but
preparatory vapor all on what wasn't.
But artifacts; the black Ray-Ban sunglasses,
the wireless ambient weather station that never
worked, all the articles of clothing; far too numerous
to list, the touchscreen device, et. cetera.
The blush of those things now far distant,
the confusion of dusk-dawn and a stimulant
even consumed after cold.
