Go， bring back the worthless stick.

    "Of memory，" I almost added.

    But she wouldn't understand， naturally.

    There is the word and the thing

    adhering. So far so good.

    Metaphor¹， drawer of drafting tools——

    spill it on the study floor， animal says，

    that we might at least see

    how an expensive ruler tastes.

    Yesterday I pissed and barked and ate

    because that's what waking means.

    Thus has God solved time

    for me——here， here. What you call

    memory is a long and sweet，

    delicious crack of wood in my teeth

    I bring back and bring back and bring back.