you show me that just one wiping demand buys the seeds.
and i see a similar glance from a little character who grudgingly acknowledges
the small mistakes which draw us in like quicksand sucking softly
on your legs...

this is what i had lost and what remains i thought and realised her real white sheets. a plexiglass face guard
(occasionally measuring out raw characters) advanced another foot and she hacks a way to more essential details,
changing the bits sticking out with some chunks missing.