1874 c/o Eli Goldstone

There is a man. There are copper rivets in his jeans. There is space for a watch, too.

There is a man. We drink from milk glasses. We knock the breath out from the mattress.

There is a man. It takes nine hundred gallons of water to make something blue. It takes a lot of water indeed.

There is a man. His lap is a dog’s bed. When he whistles, both of us cock our heads.

There is a man. Distressing something makes it better. Ruining something makes it more expensive, I think.

There is a man. He is a cowboy. He does a job badly and then leaves with the cash.