Go， bring back the worthless stick.

    "Of memory，" I almost added.

    But she wouldn't understand， naturally.

    There is the word and the thing

    adhering. So far so good.

    Metaphor， drawer of drafting tools——

    spill it on the study floor， animal says，

    that we might at least see

    how an expensive ruler tastes.

    Yesterday I pissed and barked and ate

    because that's what waking means.

    Thus has God solved time

    for me——here， here. What you call

    memory is a long and sweet，

    delicious crack of wood in my teeth

    I bring back and bring back and bring back.