CEDARVILLE
Cycling in you stayed to ignite
electricity dark neighborhood wind zapped
on in your humid house the memory
is orange on the porch by the grandpa
scarecrow who greets all genial hearts
that bump and bleat without intention
tiredly you say we never should
have seen their home we could not
convince the world to move us
Some Class
Several thousand dollars
to become fancy. I wish
(upon wishes) I had
a muted suit to be
a chameleon on the
A-Train. I have sweat
in my pits and hummus
on my breath and the
world is spinning
slowly. Double shift
in opinion: the first
I am blue; the second,
confused. In all aspects
I am overworked,
hungry– eating a wrench
when I should be pulling
my own teeth out.
Eden
To take a break from the screen I leave
my desk for the bathroom where, alone,
I inhale deeply– absurd, I think, the river
behind the office I never visit. The weeds
are overgrown there beneath the blue
bridge. Last time I wandered listless
to the water to get away I saw the accountant
with her dog of golden tufts, and I nudged,
going for a walk, too? She tilted her head
stopmotion and said, she’s gotta go
potty, then out of her hand unfurled
blue plastic bag– a magic trick.
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