the milkman’s apprentice begins to heave
noise up from the road & this must
be the beginning there
are all sorts of
enemies & underlings

& mine will make liverwurst
out of us

your job is numerous more
roads but whitened with
chalk

&
I’ll collect you
backwards until the rain pulls your

coat open

tumbled laundry scents accumulate
in the children’s

guessing & their guessing gets sharper
some green stars

have lit up the
pond with their cold burning