Using Air

of a buttered morning a coed in legwarmers bound for Poly Sci and yet they signal rasping practice boards be- neath an icy glow, ad- junct not to art but pain splayed out after a rag doll flop. The newest anything jives sweaty trial and its impure collapse.                 A stylish hat                 is softly cool in form- ing light. The old heart             heaves to burn- ing work.