A draft of a manuscript is being read aloud
by a voice from the air . . .
Crows mock crows . . .
You enter the scene idiosyncratically loose
in bib overalls and Mucks
approaching as if in the middle of a paper spree . . .
An unshapely tuft of something begins . . .
It's all about dreamscapes
in Rothkovian colorways . . .
The mist . . . as written, yes? . . .
but why this consequence by an unknown? . . .
I mean you could have just as easily engaged
with the cameras rolling . . . as discussed . . .
I'm not sure you're ready to apply the rules
of present tense . . . when the color of time being
is finished anyway . . . staying out beyond curfew . . .
of course you remember that day
on the street when the rightful owner
emerged from a late-model SUV
and began interviewing you for the next installment . . .
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| Federica Putelli |