I think they were threatening to jump — although it seemed to be too late — with the worst outcome a breaking of bones
I don’t have much visually to feed you today — In lieu of an aperitif — see if you can recreate the diner and what I ate (Grammarly believes I must be referring to a dinner — insisting I’ve gotten it wrong — certain it knows what points of view are acceptable in American English) — One hint: I drank too much coffee and regretted it later
I think I would be crushed when I became too big to ride it
We’ll do this in two parts today — GATE(LESS) and then a new poem under POETICS
Much love,
Con/Jur/d, 2/20/2023
Under poetics — There was no room on the Autofiction shelf
