Woosh

That’s the goal. To open it
one more crack.
Bathe in the woosh.
Fire it back.
Not to be Superman.
But to stick our heads
into the place
where the idea of Superman came from
and then wriggle out
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Hate

I wear your hatred
like a badge
like one of those
toy sheriff badges
made out of spray-painted
fake-metal
plastic.
Look at me: I’m a cowboy!

Saturday

What’s going on?
“What do you mean?”
All these cops. Why are all these cops all over the place?
“What?”
They’ve been circling the coffee shop for the last hour.
“Hunh. Really?”
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Clean

Little bird people
with their hollow bones
heads uplifted
trying out afterhours fancy soap.
Bath salts.
Sugar scrubs.
Sometimes
it’s not all about you
applying topical sweetness.
Sometimes
it’s all about
traffic hums
warm door
happy birds.