threadbare
Michael Swanson
for every parent
every grass blade
is a compound fracture
in Minnesota I’m voting Hatch for Governor,
& pulling on my too-tight collar
I’m pulling out some Target rug threads from the vacuum;
there are some red white&blue streamers gumming up the fuselage,
& some bird bones circulating in the turbofan
I can smell some fuel on the tarmac,
& the interstate is a lit fuse to the suburbs