wheatgrass and mailboxes sting open palms out the window
driving down the up and down
couldn’t breathe
without wearing the clothes on my floor again
cleaning the sink while I’m at work again
I’m only getting worse at this
bluegrass in my accent
in quarter inches
chewing sweetgum balls
on the neighbor’s lawn
playing accordions where the rent money went
wherever it went
down the creek
inside minnows
it was almost desert—
tundras of Kissimmee
I chewed on
he’s upset because he’s always upset
something about a reservation
and the Mississippi
he pulled a catfish out of there
with his grandpa’s bare hands at age seven
sunburnt on the walk home
gravel embedded in foot soles
where gas stations get their night crawlers
Maeby 
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