The desk sitting little sister
checks us in
eyes smiles
& hands us headphones  

Rain drizzles
through bamboo like a tale
overtold & spoken again,
the static of an AM radio
tuned just right
to a Japanese lofi freakbeat
that drowns the sorrow of the news  

What makes America great
is it’s garbage & the clink
of countless shell casings
pitter-patting the floors