Because I’m dreaming in blue
Sweat sweet, tires worn, worried when
The dog stops eating human food
But film is dying, you said
Another tornado watch sirens go
The Quaker Oats factory closed again
Cult leather cut, fabric sewn
Take your oath at the door and remember
We don’t know you
Paid for in a drop of blood
Half-finished is never-started
Scripts poems stories, a memoir!
It’s worth it, you said
When you’re not dead yet
A heart on velvet stairs
The sun leveled with dirt
Feel the air static
Between fingers wet from rainwater
And rosemary, reduced marinara
White flour softened with rest
* originally published in Southern Champaign County Star Today