can i ever know the order :?:

the trickiness of interview inquiry and where it got us (us = me).




how :?: potentially as invasive as why, this one i reserve for instances of necessary knowledge. the narrative we can recall walks with a single broken stiletto and forgets in the morning. how is released promptly as the safety committee threatens a walk through, and retreats to its scabbard in similar fashion. its hip joints rutty, teeth warn flat, and still it can catch a queried thinker with gnash and stammer. inside one stiletto heal sleeps a switchblade, no one recalls which foot it belonged to.

how are you?




what :?: the generalized other of narrative, what holds hands with where on a swing constructed by who with nails rescued from its childhood treefort. what is the meaning of anything, and often nothing at all. if a water-colorist fancies a soft breeze from the north in "Landscape Willow with Backyard Swing", what is there to show the pale underside of every third and fifth leaf.

what would you never do for your lover?




where? holding my heart like the necessary muscle it is, where draws a picture of the patio corner meeting the sliding glass door, in the back yard of a child's first home in rural Japan, where who and how played. befriending in the country is sometimes hard. former child makes hands at boat repair in the city now, and where brings vodka to the evening's Arnold Palmer.

where did these stains come from?




who? beyond demographics who is afrolic with potentiality. who is better at hiding than any of its siblings and knows all the best tricks, like backwards-alphabets and cusswords in literary languages. who smokes what it can scrape together until it is time to get in the station wagon and disappear. occasionally, who waits around the corner that i didn't see coming and, rounding in tandem, slams body to my body abruptly.

who wrote this hand written letter?




why? stop. incarcerating power happens in three letters that many languages either omit or make mouthed silence. why needs no sharpened shank or oxide coated steel pick to escape. why eats the cake, frees the knife form its own belly, and forgets the truth before boarding a plane. why knows that some institutions aim to be trusted, and truly expects that no one trust a thought it could share. why is rewritten Soviet histories.

why are there only three knives in the drawer?