brace your magnifying glass
locked against sunshine
hold it up to my forehead
let the light come in beneath my skin
use the heat convince me
listen to the messages from absent friends
trying to reach you through our collective train of
thought train of lips train of burning paper poetry
listen absently
stir your tea
we are divided, divisible, but still untouchable by they
love our home better for they talk too much
our haven of understanding is not sewn, not glued,
but torn from the page
the low-commitment disconnect of the west
packing suitcases which will be left in cars for long sleeping
licking self-addressed envelopes stuffed with favored promises
dissipate, evaporate, we apostates of they
lion's pride, crow's murder, sins and vices of the collective
our survivalism is now a question of both change and sustain
learn to hold the both of them the way you hold your heat
it's too late now to try and live alone
but you'll get over it
leaking out like a hole in the shape of a god complex
February, 2013
except the title, which was changed from "Wyoming" out of vanity