over the fence
for the folks
in the neighbor's yard.
making disrespectful jokes
and stereotyping
people from the south,
and stereotyping
people from the south,
I am jealous.
I hear her dying behind my back,
as I box within the punchline
about dog people
being worse than dogs.
it pierces my chest,
through my back,
like an arrow attack,
and tomorrow might as well
by Christmas with gifts.
The curiosity of the 2nd city rings
with the death deliverance of the grieving and drunk
and optimists who claim the world is made
of more than just those two people.