the code

in the cold, frozen, the code will not work,

nor will the counting with interuptions, all

things moved about.

there is a discount, on top the discount, so

a discussion ensued on buttons,

roman costumes, whether egyptians

used starch back then.

my mother did, mixed it, dissolved

the lumps in a bowl ready. stiffened the chairbacks

pinned them in place tidy.

we hoped it was not a plastic sheet that covered

the bed shining, glad to see it

was mostly sateen.