The man who wore coats and hats
Con/Jur/d, 4/2/2022

One could argue he wasn’t a man
rather a mechanical habit of urge
velocities powered -- restarted
when the old man whose face
I no longer remember, died -- 

whose lawn my father had dictated
be cut weekly during the 
Summer my ability to
replicate switched on
in order to flip from
responsibility to
responsible --


the same way his 
father had cranked him
and despite their generational
incompatibility he
knew no other way
to telegraph a message,

electrically transmitting, 
dots -- dashes
without translation, although
one could make out 
an S.O.S

by the coats 
and hats, I 
inherited since they 
fit the suddenly
grown frame of 
his lawn boy,

and he had no children
of his own.