Morning Reading
Reading my fridge magnets,
I’m surprised how interesting
the world is
when stamped into rubber decals.
Rome, Ankara, both Buda and Pest.
I watch an oscilloscope between my ears,
the spikes are a sort of travel language
spoken only by bedbugs and vagabonds.
I nod at a graphic depiction
of pelicans bombing Florida.
I remember you and Sarasota.
"Yea," I say, rubbing my chin,
Sarasota is where bedrooms bloom
in the morning light.
I don’t see a magnet for Ohio.
Maybe they sell them in Michigan…
for target practice.
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