Boundary Conditions
March 2025
I hate denying her anything.
In the motes of the afternoon
the ranch house the locus of the
Courtyard.
The barycentric center is the point
at which the plane surface becomes
its integral average.
When with two fingers she picks up the
handkerchief.
The point
is the singular point of insertion.
Ideas are distinguished from impressions by vivacity.
This single indentation
above her upper lip:
it never moves, even with effort.
The rooster taps at her with his beak.
This cock shaking towards her, defending
its territory.
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