Go， bring back the worthless stick.
"Of memory，" I almost added.
But she wouldn't understand， naturally.
There is the word and the thing
adhering. So far so good.
Metaphor， drawer of drafting tools——
spill it on the study floor， animal says，
that we might at least see
how an expensive ruler tastes.
Yesterday I pissed and barked and ate
because that's what waking means.
Thus has God solved time
for me——here， here. What you call
memory is a long and sweet，
delicious crack of wood in my teeth
I bring back and bring back and bring back.