I still believe in
everything
When I sleep I out-Jesus
the neighborhood
I wake with bigger
hair, a bigger stake
in nothing's great expanse
The park is thinner
this year, can you feel
how the world
is wearying
You have secured the lonely position
Good morning, the ocean
is awake
—a metronome that beats
to the measure of epiphany
Families of glossy
eyes in cars
Who are these horses
It has to be
someone's fault
What about science
you think and eat
a burger and then who's
to blame, your heart
very wrong and throbbing