Hilly here, the land an animal thrashing against the cage
of the interstate. The god I answer to is different
from the god I started with – still, I wouldn’t say I get
around. What now for the newsprint newlywed,
returned from an ancient place with zero
stories: EVERY DAY ANOTHER CHANCE NOT TO DRIVE TO RUINS,
AM I RIGHT? I couldn’t say. I looked away
when they pastured the steeper planes beyond the town.
As though for a portrait, sat for years
of lessons on infection and reproach for cryptic notes. It’s amazing
how much you can’t get from kissing.