Forget the finger-flipping road rage,
smile for the tiny waving palm.
Bobble-hand Pope Francis
figurines for your dashboards
are available at the Madonna Shop.
We got the rosaries,
t-shirts, decals, key chains,
all the official items.
I got six rosaries.
He stared down the neck of the guitar like a rifle sight. The shelves in the glass case between us were lined with switchblades, laptops, engagement rings and arrowheads. A small fan on the counter blew only on the clerk. BEWARE: GUARD FERRETS, said a sign taped to the side of the register.
Is it really warranted, for you to bring a gun to New York,
city of high achievement? Thoughtless we both stood,
me, trying to talk you down from taking an overdose
of cerulean powder, you, intent on ingesting a headlamp
so you could witness the inner beatings of your gut.