I’ll meet you on the porch at 10 with some information about exacto blades
which should not, under any circumstances, be used to wipe in or around
your eyes. Please be prompt, as I have obligations to ponder in the Toyota.
In and around the vicinity of the old church, you’ll find me later, attending
to a personal project of public dancing meant to unsettle your assumptions
about all kinds of stuff. Anyway, I’m moving through time so fast lately
that it has sheared off my features making me less recognizable
so please shout my name when you’re in the woods.