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.