I am spending the day in bed
reading recipes for
molotov cocktails
tonight I’ll burn paper
in the name of love
raise two armies on Venmo
I hope to see a Tesla kiss a brick wall
it’s a fucking chore to live in this nation
of content creators
filling the void
………..with The Void
but I do it
& when Florida slips into the waves
I pray for the nail salons
& when the expat compares his home
to a phantom limb
I ignore him
I write a poem for the white hoods
& a poem for my dad
………….it’s the same poem
I kiss a brick wall
I light incense for no one in particular
allow the smoke to go
where smoke goes
to be a citizen is to be
an evening with filed teeth
an hour full of smaller hours
a red line gunning for the bottom
