as a drawbridge operator
in a landlocked town
called Broken Arrow,
I have a lot of downtime.
the only action
in this abandoned sofa city
are coyote attacks
and vandalism.
here even love is like leftovers
from your pal's parents house
down the block from
where everyone grew old fast.
anyone who leaves
always comes back
with a record
or their tail between their legs.
anyone who stays
dies each day
behind counters
or behind the wheel.
I just stare at the horizon
with the habit of hawk,
waiting for prey,
praying for weight.