Garrison [42, M, Arch-Holder]
Riley Bowen

He likes small things, holding arches
in his hands. He likes wood
from wood from wood.
 
He likes the idea of one big tree.
He likes to point out the flattening
that happens at dusk. How intimate.
 
(He makes a note for later which reads)
               The office of the trees
               is filled with printer paper,
               accounting books, notecards.
 
When he tells you this he is not
meaning anything of sadness.
 
He is saying “Wood from wood.”
He is saying “It is the kind of dark
where everything looks the same.”