Acclimation

attack chihuahua! ankle high,
I spasm to the glee of the babushka

late afternoon, wan, unsubscribing
from life insurance scams

enough isn't enough, so I return to self
discontent as ritual privilege

eaten up like dog food
set out for raccoons.


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I Could Die Right Now Knowing

I share a donut with a crow
at 7 a.m.
while most people asleep 
or hell-bent
on annoying each other 
could care less.

as traffic helicopters report:
exhaust fumes suffocate:
a shot of this or that
of rapid-fire deployment:

or submerged in bathwater,
checkin' out:

I don't stoop to envy the infant
unconscious of the inevitable.

I leave the crows
to hold council
even if they are
secretly in league 
with owls.