bowl-shaped city I just wanna smoke
come hurricane season

                                      look now Mom I’m gone

inside all the jazz I never listened to.
I’m gonna stay home and hear the blues

because I had a light notion in my brain.
I’m standing in different spots in this room

to see where my shadow is grander.
Over in the corner I blend into darkness.

By the window I just look outside at the wire
fence and dream of living in New Orleans.

(originally published in Flights Journal, Summer 2021)