And when you find an entire cigarette on the

ground* but you’ve never smoked anything,

it seems like there’s a wide universe offering

you lung-cancered perfection, no longer
content with your ease of breath. Wander

the streets on any council pickup day in

any rich suburb and see this gift shining

up like a twenty cent piece, over and over.
I have this dream: I’m back in track nineteen

listening to Gretchen Parlato through

heaps expensive headphones and it’s
changing my brain somehow (*between

the edges of a parked car and the curb you

can sometimes glimpse stuff like this).