Condition

I scan the room for some 
one thing
I can exhaust (say
everything about) 
but no not one 
one thing around
me – coffee can 
goes back to the 
Andes & the TV, 
Mason jar back to 
may my tongue be
torn out if I reveal the sec
rets of the broth
erhood and
tobacco back to 
my mother picking green 
worms off stalks 1947, 
putting them 
in a bucket, & any 
thing that
might be one
thing bought and 
named and
passed 
through a 
thousand hands.