घुड़सवार

and the more to find it with.

A full table means, goddamn,

eight chairs and a pecking order.

Not to rile you up, but

when I was younger only

polystyrene found its way in.

Now: redwoods 80-feet tall,

charcuterie boards you can’t

see the grain in, groaning

belt buckles. We are not so far

from the boreal, only less feathered.

When there’s more to spend, there

grow more bodies to spend on.

Worlds expand. And maybe

that justifies it, all the bending and

turning, the falling away, the

uncharacteristic leveling.

One acts deboned. One lies down

and waits to be woken up.