pulling in


     Pulling in 'bad' poems, those too sick to repair, mend, back to the factory, the blogs like machines breaking down... switchin' modes, changing tracks,

 who reads you?
            bots? illusions of eye? notions of ear , feelings of nearness when intimacy's best friend is a drunken stranger,

 does the typewriter re-set the page?

    the assembled parts of the 'volume' detecting a space of agency
      between each breath a life,

and speaking of which,