I be pleased with MORNING 1 ...

I be pleased with MORNING

1

We're in fresh Mexico.

It's summer--all morning to dawdle in bed, talk on the phone read
the paper.

Martha pats her spiky, old-fashioned cat, Manet, studies cat's cradle from a
work

Time is etho as if we're give rise toed by our manner in it, not
required to be in ourselves.

With no cause to act in succession it, there's no pointing beyond, in this way he gets
up and plays Scarlatti in his underwear.

Being together, like scrim, defocuses space.

Knowability (features) of her face, continually passing into
expression, is detached from her,