You can’t tell this A from an uh.
Then consequence builds its spine:
a trunk. One you know better
in your shoulder than to sight.
Like a serif on an implied line
shaping a gravity that, because existing
only in us, it can’t bear, your stuff
soon accumulates inside.
As each pearl nods to another gem
you move there. Quick aleph
in alfalfa, in that
field you’ve not once forgotten
you own, your brain
sporadically fits an extra acre.