putterings, 504
the pen ran dry; what it said
loud above the putt-putt-puttering engine and much too deep ₁
puttering in the backyard, nursing his ferns ₂ blue.
Not much to the patch ₃
and no one could read what it said. I don’t even know if I could read it. ₄
Oddly, the pen ran
dry; puttering at the tiny sink ₅
—
nos. 1-3, and 5, from fiction by Valerie Miner; no. 4 from Deborah Anna Luepnitz, Schopenhauer’s Porcupines : Intimacy and Its Dilemmas (2002).
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