Artist friend of mine works part-time at a store that sells
Red Rooster pills to any guy who thinks he needs
a “male sexual performance booster” or any gal who
wants a 60-tab bottle of that reliable blend of proven
You see the flower's form leak into itself. A self.
Some things in America still make sense.
I open my junk mail, Disney red. Your family.
Liquid uttered out into the night freezes
your dreams undone. Veracity leaves its whispers.
Make an orchestra instead. Every bitten breath
So much goes on without it baffles
every time I begin. I read, I go walking.
I take long routes past the elementary school,
the fidgety, nebulous line at the crosswalk
and the swingsets quaking and singing.