After & without,
I pull off fingernails if it snows.
After & without,
I reticulate divisible cells.
After & without,
I hold fast prominent judges.
After & without,
I wonder what is a somber tone.
After & without,
I lose face to miscreants.
After & without,
I find comfort even, oddly.
After & without,
I know God is all there.
After & without,
I took care where I capitalize.
After & without,
I know what words wave.
After & without,
I miss Philip Roth.
After & without,
Abash me if it will.
After & without,
I invest math for good living.
After & without,
I shoot nerf ball by the dozen.
After & without,
I paint laundry without questioning.
After & without,
I am the night in want of an ampere.
After & without,
I am; now I’ve written.
After & without,
Identity yields no problem.