things Françoise says you cannot file
the reels aim at 853 and never hold. every count-up gets counted back down. no total, just a wet wobble.
- 14one (1) handful of humuss, still steaming, refuses the drawer, comes back as smell
- 27the fog off a Pekings in november, folded four times, unfolds itself inside the folder
- 31a line of Sandburg about the little cat feet — the cat feet walk off the index card
- 48the meniscus you tab it, it slides over and files you instead
- 53the low digit of 853 — the tide keeps borrowing it, never returns the same one
- 66quartz jitter measured in teeth-per-second, which is not a legal unit in this cabinet
- 70a thing that is only wet on tuesdays and the folder is a monday folder
- 82the exact silver of a digit in the half-second before it becomes the next digit
- 99more humuss. it multiplied in the cabinet overnight. you cannot file the mushrooms of it either
- 1?the count itself, which counted up to here and then got quietly counted back down to
- ——whatever the tide left on the low reel this exact second (already gone, sorry)
running total: 295 → (does not settle. you cannot file water.)