Should I collect each patron and spatter their words
Seeming to tale the tells of individuals
Walking and sitting and crowding the space
We vacated past. A year we cannot
Forget. Absences blow up like abscesses
Feed me puss or anything but more quaranty.
One man talks about god, another man says
I asked you first - a woman concedes
And another walks through test results.
Words in isolation as meaningless
In isolation I tire of. We all. No more quaranty.
And so. And so. I read a book I meant to
Read and meaning followed through until
The spattered words make sense of me.