Recent elections reveal mountainous piles of sleep emerging from folds,
California sticks bridges out huffing buckwheat redness like rusty nails in a breeze—
wrap it up with one arm folded over a blanket of peace made from corroded cardboard flaps—
one seat in the corner of the room vacant for the last 2 days, Bryan Romero was deported they said,
I didn’t have time to find out any more, headed home with my cough, weary damp gray Friday—