Their tracings, nearly identical.
Knowing, tonight
if I start with one I should carry through,
but unsure to go with the tastelessness
of the usual spinal, or the drill through the pine
insistence of the gin.
And wanting more choice, means
getting one’s balance, putting on shoes
kicked off wherever they fell —
so let’s be limited, like when we picked
two crayons only
in art class; with those colors, drew the world
as we saw it from the L-shape of
their finished pine guard.