tomorrow and the next I expect
[oops a day early]

will be days of shallow surfaces
lacking the expected movement of living breath
that resides within real space

with flattened out identities
pressed stiff and planar
mostly desaturated in muteness
leaning toward the binary
of black and whiteness

forward to these days
were the static dot and square
will quicken
have i looked and waited


poetic translation…
some of my favorite creative assignments
for you, my WASHer, come due tomorrow;
i expect to be wowed… 

and hope to post a plethora
of your imaginings realized

(meaning i will dang surely want digital copies!)

though i will seek your clear permission as to may i post as many may be highly personal