Hegseth quotes pulp fiction. People will die. My father’s dementia
reminds me that the maples in the yard have started. Last year’s front
door opened to a young oak. Iseem to have left one place for any other.
When I try to exist in public, I bifurcate. I don’t like leaning on astrology
or tarot or poetry, but I’ll wear them like a blue mohawk. I’m so not a real
punk but I used to carry them to keep the blooms of gnats at bay. this was
Junes, back before the township started spraying poison beside the crick
in that kinder timeline. I stopped worrying about children. The future.
I had to. First Sandy Hook, then 45 and Covid. Somalia and Gaza, Nepal
and wildfire. if a fool has bombs and wants to use them, who am I to
think myself shepherd doctor? chronicler? An acorn sends out roots
to sprout through asphalt: a l’il punk tree. Oops, sorry. That’s AI.