A void is a number. A sticker is a rumor.

June reads remaining gap against a chain we zero every morning, not against a feeling in the hands.

Lots sit clean. The ball has an acre. We leave the pins locked.

Gap remains, overlapping at the edges. Restake if the head still has loft to give. If not, pull.

The chain finds a void. A prettier sticker will not invent a lot. We write pull on the card.