in the way they can preach to me.
but if i see them on that elevated place, the hill past the battleground they’ve conquered. the story they are able to tell because of it.
that makes me look up.
(i’m inspired by their life’s story // it was never about the advice they could give.)
shirtless on a motorcycle
cigarette in hand
the whole scene
the squashed cockroach, the frenzy of feasting ants, black and beady.
when the broom hit
all the living things were ignited
like atoms instantly hot.
she dropped the meal in the dirt behind the kitchen
and the chaos dissipated
the source of death was gone
to be dealt with in nature’s quarters.
from the shelter of a warm and dry place
cutting off all the green shrubbery
sweeping away all signs of life
until it was only