summer heat
voices in the hum
of the fan
babying
the new begonia
babying me
when it’s not
what you think —
prune juice
reach
of the garden hose —
my world
summer heat
voices in the hum
of the fan
babying
the new begonia
babying me
when it’s not
what you think —
prune juice
reach
of the garden hose —
my world
drive-thru test center
a big smiley face mask drawn
on her rear window
another raven
settles on the power line
new PR consultant
reunion buffet
we loosen our belts
another notch
used condoms
on the motel room floor
this payday night
all that remains
of a man’s masculinity
the thunder
of Amazing Grace
for three days —
the whole church gets it,
this silent virus
shelter in place . . .
alone in the attic room
with a fly
banging itself restlessly
against the sunlit window
entering the mouth
of the tunnel
radio silence
wasps
even if
I’m good
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