I still believe in


When I sleep I out-Jesus

the neighborhood

I wake with bigger 

hair, a bigger stake

in nothing's great expanse

The park is thinner

this year, can you feel

how the world

is wearying 

You have secured the lonely position

Good morning, the ocean

is awake

—a metronome that beats

to the measure of epiphany

Families of glossy 

eyes in cars

Who are these horses

It has to be 

someone's fault

What about science

you think and eat

a burger and then who's

to blame, your heart

very wrong and throbbing