I will surely masturbate, climb a tree, become a tree, make tea out of a black leaf and be the tree ear, crumpled up inside the basement bedroom board and room and a dusty cement corner of the basement sits a box and in the box is a puzzle, it has eight pieces that’s all they are thick and made of wood the thickness of my thumb, i made them all i made them all for you for you to see i made them, them all will you please take them out and look at them please will you please take them out and please look please look at them and please fit them together. will you & i fit them together please you see i made them all i made them with a saw and some wood that i got down at the river on the dramatic side of the river, the river you see has two sides. one side: this side: the grey side where i live and two: this side: the wet side: where you live and the trees are made of steam and wet and rusty red inchoate, how they drop their red red shiny leaves out over the rest of the rusty river sanguine prophet saint blood cupdon’tlookback please and please keep tapping keep swaying keep swinging arms but please do not look back once for once i looked back and once i had a room where i kept all my toyboxes all my blocks fell out over the floor and i denied it said i do not play with blox for i am much too old here on this side the side where i live but you you live on the wet side the brown side the other side and you said i am not too old and when you took my hand and said i am not too old i am not too old yet am i so i walked and touched a stopped to touch a tree and it was grey and felt and felt like felt and i still did not know what to do because i have a box of puzzle pieces and i have a box of puzzle pieces and i have a box of puzzle and i box puzzle i puzzle i piece i i sweet( sweet baby is (sweet baby is only my )code name. i am lost in the familiar. i walk in squares. i stop in sentences. i lake in fragments. i can’t in words. i will in wait. i guess i dog i look i lift i grey i felt anymore stupid but all i know is that keys open doors—but how (in rhythm) SHE SAID SWEET HOT NIBBLE EAR BITE TASTES SCRUMPTIOUS BUT nestled word within word was this there is no end in happines(