we wait for snow at a barn dance
brave men on some god-forsaken bridge
we wait for snow where a gas jockey pumps
a stream of pink horses into infinity, 1920
You Can FOIL* It
When information is acknowledged, delayed, and withheld until it no longer matters, transparency becomes a process, not a right
On April 15, at the Steam Plant Demolition Town Hall, a simple exchange revealed something far more consequential than anything formally presented that evening.
