Dear Frank...

if you come here, leave me crumbs
so I
can follow you back from
the edge of the rut that runs
through my bedroom, over
the burn mark near the lamp and
under the box
you forgot to
return to the apartment
we shared with a cat named
Leia.

geo

I want to fuck a
geographer. I want
her to know my
watersheds and key
indicators, is it salty
or fresh. You know
the riverkeeper
analysis? that's
what I'm doing, you
know her? Every
single swampland,
every single flat.
There's technique
run off in the data
but I don't like
programming. If
you've a little
knowledge of
ecology you'll ask
what about all this -
you're trying to
get the restoration
work on the wrong
wetland. But he's
not someone who
helps, too alluvial,
too prone to
flooding on the
higher reaches,
igneous and shale-faced.