Friday, October 21, 2016


Looks like—
a suit of clothes
has been out

walking around town
empty again,

this guy's
been stuck back at
home the whole time—

skinny, straw-
brittle, ravenous
as a stick black

autumn bird
who's just been enticed
by an excruciating new rumor

on the power line—that
inside a very few

crabby apples, there exists
something better—called
a cashew.