I’m no cowboy,

but there’s so much to unpack and there always will be.

Parades and stamps on postcards and you want to so badly to be both,

to lick both

to be apart of both.

A tremendous amount of blood both and

a skyscraper and

prefect perfect outlines of skylights when you close your eyes

you get nothing from it,

from looking no one in their eyes,,,

from reading various biographies,

form from the very reservoirs repertoires we’ve poured through,

drowned in,

The ones we’ve instead taken the time to re-arrange,

and drown drown in.