PROJECT REBUILD


PREVIOUS TENANTS

Spackle, Vancouver

To the east? A little more?
For the love of the city, could you shift
toward the better forest? I can't see the trees
but I sense their impression. Flat wood, veneer
that glitters. The bits on the surface shock
the lawn, grace the stucco with 
a sophisticated abstract. Not home, but home
looking elsewhere. We do allocate
and assign the land, but how do we make the loan? 
How can my family fit into the equation
of specific questions? Beauty.
Indicate the failed attempts. 
Not unique. Responses?



Gabe Foreman

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