Two Knights: What is that man doing? one had asked in pre-dawn, and another had asked in the morning’s bright hours. Blue Guitar: Mrs Michaels stepped into the pawn shop off the highway, and was greeted by a rush of air conditioning and the chime of a digital bell sounding over the door. Looking around the brightly-lit space, there were rows of DVDs, a bunch of power tools in the back, a wall of various VCRs and other TV accoutrements, and, hanging on the wall behind the glass counter full of jewelry, there was what she had come here for: a selection of electric guitars. As Mrs Michaels began making her way there, a clerk poked his head up from one of the DVD aisles. “Help you find anything?” The Scraps: We should have done more. Poems: Slippers and Observations; Untitled Anything And This; Blackout Or Just Slipped My Mind. ## ζ