There is always something to be said
for regularhood: the familiar
falter of a barstool, the cold fidget
that creaks a tree stand, pipe fitting, pissing
that creaks a tree stand, pipe fitting, pissing
mineral, breathing asbestos, paying up
union dues. The kind of doggedness
union dues. The kind of doggedness
that translates to devotion. To this end
I am mouthing
I am mouthing
my blessings into a trundle mattress
