Fall asleep standing up,
after a long winter
of oatmeal and television.
Good ol' fashioned
Americans-
a bit too friendly,
piling shotguns on my
easiest head.
Ours is a blood oath,
with little in sight.
(At least we'll know what's owed).
Forget about appropriate.
Ask instead:
secondary?
irrelevant?
illusory?
Drive me downtown,
in a green mini cooper.
Abandon the map,
all tangles and no intent.
We don't need parameters,
just our own wounded wanderings.
Introduce me to strangers on bar stools
saying, "She's going to be very famous someday."
And I won't dare ask,
"For what?"
