mustard, flatware, library index cards, and a log on a stick

                                                                     erik riley

I am back in the world
of free-coffee-at-the-bank.
The rain is my bedclothes and
once i run out of high-end, gifted stationary,
I will return to the timeless habit
of writing letters on the backs of library note-cards
that hold the Dewey D call numbers of under-read books
and up to a paragraph of neat, handwritten type.