Stewards of the sandy earth
dare fragility
bearing sun, wind, snow and us
guarding eternity


Bar balance


Five blondes with starter waddles illuminated
by the pale blue of smartphones
eating nachos they will pay someone
to vacuum off their thighs later
don’t tip the native
with the silkvelvet voice
and complicated guitar lilts in the corner
who doesn’t make in a year
what they’ve collectively spent on shoes
in that same span of time
Yet everyone acts as if this is normal
and it is


I stood admiring the pink-red trees

when an ugly suspicion arose inside of me

that they released the Lorax specifically

during the brief similar color blooming

as some kind of free subliminal branding

and I heaved a sad sigh to think

how tainted my mind is with marketing