where

where a collage is cut whole from cloth
little spots dance across my retina
where points in the sky are neither far nor lorn
where orange haze floating at a distance provokes
where romantics are switched about, reflected
living spaces are short, expansive and dully colored
where being written is the same
where pineapples are glass
where observations are as the things observed
where looking and seeing mean the same
games are simple, difficult
where life is endured, not rural
where animals aren't cute
where places retain their favor
where a stamp is stuck on never
where seals are broken