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