Financial Times

For day 16 of the PAD challenge. A "stacking" poem.

above the fold of the fleshy-pink
Financial Times some legends of loss

stacked upon the tottering pile "to
read and discard" distinct from "to save and file"

pillars of print, glossy four color, dull black-
and-white, perfused with perfumes

--the stationer stocked them, you
brought them to me, along with

grapes and neatly labeled
recriminations, bulletpoints round,

blackpools one could fall into,
headfirst, and not notice until

the morning after
the night before, the baby's breath

softly punctuating the squares of tile