Stealing Days when we arrive the calm dark is rudely broken by generator and lamps a million details to tend to set the plates, fasten the sills take the measure run adhesive and sheet the deck build the walls and stand in place bring in the rafters tip them up and nail them down an ancient story of feet and inches fifty eight and seven sixteenths skinny short to short, three times cripples and dead-men and bents valleys and peaks and studs stopping for lunch while plotting ... sandwich in one hand plans in the other all afternoon more of the same but different... ok shut it down, tie it down pack it up out to the truck racing to Manny's pork rinds and beer down 997 toward home hat stuck to my head sweat stain-tie-dyed shirt wearing enough sawdust and dirt to..be....arrested.....for........theft.