Count me as a perpetual drifter of

Stoplights and stopsigns.

Highway exits gift better

Than city grates and subway stops.

They can exit here. Fast.

Guilt hides with time

Or faster yet, with distance

I took my shirt off

Cause I knew you’d stare

Bent kneeward, seated with business

In my gut,

Flesh, folded flesh

Shoe tie tries

Umbrellas and garbage.

You’ve seen me near dumpsters. In warm debris

Sun scalds and bloated arms blending