patriot
receipts balled
in my pocket
I like the odd way
they narrate
the impossible day
you remind me of
bearing words
that keep
refusing to work
we are inside
watchful
wearing stripes
of sun
now
the blinds
are raised
& we are
the parade
I hold
a small flag
I’ve carried
so long I
forget
I was given it
off island
let me rush
my eyes over
anecdotal fauna
some guide
to night
to name
the point where
lanes disappear
into strange-
ness dark-
ness or odd
decisions
what are ppl
watching
watch me
watch
a parked car
idle all night
watch a doctor
on the bottle
suggest
a unified theory
of prescription
of suspicious
antics in state
parks they
pull wool
blankets
out of their
car
not hiding
we’re talking
hours idling
watch them
not be ppl
not a real
doctor
by the way
a real doctor
ups the do-
sage what
I caught
was a voice
despite
how they
behaved
from here
sounded like
a completely
normal person
so weird
the parking situation
the season’s gone
but everyone’s got
the green field
in their vision
I looked all over
for tomorrow
tomorrow
for thursday
for the weekend
almost tipped
the table
the dogmatic grid
ran through
my head
that was
forever ago we
made turns
came upon
a chain
to have been any old
solitary bird
then
tilt your head
this way
I do not wish
to be lost
