I dumped all the cars and trucks in a blender
and smeared it on toast.
I drink gasoline instead of cow’s milk,
and I have one green eye and one red eye
no yellow.
No warning.
Just break.
Hope and pray.

grief is smog in my throat.
particulate matter clogs my joints.
i can’t say what i have to say.
i’m stuffed with cotton and lard.