A train runs late through my arms

oranges ripen beside

the grudge match

although I have yet been born

aluminum this our small capital

a loyalty program until I lost home

astride though bright decay

after the shops close my shadow

ought to be your shadow

before the appetizers have even arrived

blind I did love the burn

swim out into gutter and glisten

that and the gas pumps and old billboard

that spring with the scarred hand

dog coming in from rain