Why do they call it take off if the flight attendants get huffy when you undress & yell wheeee?

i’m not jealous when a poet dies their books go to #1 on amazon & their words stay locked between pages in countless shelf shots on instagram & if luck is in the air some tiktok college girl attempts a cold read to vaporwave […]

& still the dead rage in unmarked graves churning under pockmarked fields of hundred-rows where grass & politicians shift shoulders & widows & mothers breathe names the world too soon forgets while another fighter strafes a presidential palace & spreads the joy of freedom […]

4:30 a.m. the hospital cross stabs the moon like a jaded lover snaked with IVs the old man asks for ice at desert dawn camelback shrugs toward the new year another day the uber coasts into sky harbor wings, wings caught in currents scattering […]

chickens dart around the mobility scooter bathed in desert light

the bears drunk on grain fight trains in rain & what remains is grizzly brains

a big chief tablet & a jumbo round pencil & I’m back in kindergarten writing letters over & again & even now my handwriting loops & scrawls & bounces above the line as if my fingers never learned to foxtrot with words as fast […]