I walked in the house
on the flat aspect of the wood
I took rectangular instruction of the wood

when I walked I turned at the wall
and on the flat I moved steadily

unimpeded, not tumbling, climbing or short of breath.
I walked in ease on the flat.

                                                              Something electric charged into our account
and zinged out of it, pre-instructed

and paid for the house. I felt
house on my heel then instep and toe.
I had a bad foot and I paid
to get it fixed so I could walk here.
I paid for the house and I paid for the
foot that touches it. I paid to be
directed rectangularly and down a hall.
I curved my body to direct
my waste through a hole. I am helped
and paying for it.

all of me exchanged,
housing exchange.

                                   I saw us standing
   up in the world.
And we sank into
   exchange
vibrating transparency
                 like a sea nettle
              afloat in the night sea

the edges of the sea-veil
      tensed slapping above, visible
when the wind crevassed and doilied

                                                           If there is a ceiling to exchange
                                                                        and above it sky
                                                          I don’t can’t see it and I don’t know why
                                                                        I want it
                                                               above my house which is crystalline gel edges

                 because the whole world’s disappeared
                                                                                              viewed as exchange

I broke my arm and the window
integrally to exchange.

I paid someone to fix me and improve
the window, triple-glazing it, and warmer
I rebounded       knit in knit up.
All parties to the event’s aftermath
                     were paid.

Suppose I did not go in pain
                   to hospital, did not visit and revisit
for x-rays, left the window smashed
                  and sat here by it,
            stuck up
                among the crystalline
                            and cold.
I was painful and determined
not to play, and with the other unemployed
weighed —

                       the ghostship
sagged with holes.

                                          —So you want to be a thing outside exchange?

                                              Drain out the dying bath
                                              see what color you are?

The coin changed hands

identical      with a will
to transact.

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