It tastes a lot like engine oil and smells like being poor and small

this is just to say

No ideas but in things
yes
but what of the space
there
between those things

what of the cold air
sharp
leaking from the ice
box
chilling the plums

what of the empty
found
the next morning
hunger
too, is something felt

No ideas but in things
yes
but what of that air
cold
the next morning

No ideas but in the
faint
smell of plums
forgive
me for the absence
of things