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

(Faster with distance)

I took my shirt off

Cause I knew you’d stare

Bent, seated with business

In my gut,

Flesh, folded flesh

Shoe tie tries

Umbrellas and garbage.

Sun scalds and bloated arms blending

In warm debris