I felt/ no need to show what I had made/ to anybody else.

Driving alone again across the U.S. I thought back on my first relationship. As I sd to my girlfriend, because I was always talking, Lynda, I sd, which was not her name, the darkness surrounds us, what can we do against it? Or

Not with a bang but with / a whimper, they say, / that is how the world will end. / I am not Ophelia and there is / nothing beautiful about my fall.

Jimi, Jim, and Janis Kurt and Amy too They died and gone to heaven And fit inside a shoe Room 114’s where they lie Their eyes wide open

It has endless applications

Microwave Mexican

And right there beside me That single wobbling Snail-like trail of my heavy French Horn case

when unicorns took to flight / the poles shifted / the world flooded / and Pangaea busted open like calloused palm