ask a swede to say seven hundred seventy-
seven & presto: love! spare rooms ricochet
nesting wood grain & pastels. twilight slant
keeps me occupied with that display close
to joy to endure all i’m subject to: mormor
& morfar overwhelming with öl & herring
until i drop to the yard in a sherbet jacket.
sauna nurtured to take the last starch out.
i might just distinguish the pitch of spritely
at their latitude. wind seems familiar. hands
begin with damage & hold open saab doors.
each custodial is an algebra of contractions:
sju hundra sjuttio sju. sju hundra sjuttio sju.
meaning not enough chairs for this smiling.