stuffing words in empty bottles or pinning them to light posts is cute
and I enjoy reading the words like a bank statement.
it’s like people writing poems about places they’ve never been.
it’s amazing how they carve an image and feeling with world book precision,
but then again even a robot with enough data could do that.
either way, I like robots in a wet dream trapped under glass sort of way
but words surging from involuntary memory into public ears
I love that sound, waist deep in local water
that’s an imperfect scratchy 33 sound with a temperature reading.
it has that utility closet or fuse box feel of street corner hoe down or whatever.