He is
The cigarette burn on an heirloom afghan,
a floorboard groan during silent prayer,
a bedside box of triangular folded flags
-anxious sweat before the final shot.
The dead noise falling out of bar doors,
a lacerated pencil eraser scraping the desk
beneath a flayed wide-rule.
Mousetrap snaps and lettuce slime
seeping out of an expired bag.
Nose bleeds, strip club receipts, broken teeth
A toothpick under toenail-
kick the wall,
guttural yell.
A green potato chip.













