on a card on the grounds of the school yard
on the bottom of my shoes
on the label inside my shirts in the washing machine
in chinese signage on restaurants and stores
in korean on storefront churches
in spanish on flyers from the market stuck on my door
under somebody’s breath
on the radio
under the bridge by the debris of the encampment
on the fleeting mind
in my name, scattered
over the PA into the afternoon
under the styrofoam cup
garbled on the garage door
floating across screens
mixed in music
away from things