All Poems

Our New, Old Kentucky Home

No city wants to claim us,
they may have good reasons.

There’s always a chance
we don’t know

we’re crazy.

So, we’ll just go
unincorporated,

completely R.F.D.

If no city
wants to claim us

I say I claim you
and you claim me.

I’ve always wanted
to say to a yellow house,

“verde, que te quiero verde.”
You’ve always wanted

windows to break
and nothing at stake

in the Appalachians.
A little place

down the road
from the Blue Fugates.

We’ll measure time
in bounces

on the trampoline
and worry about

paving the roads
years from now

once the sepia
sets in

and all the goats
have names.

–September 1, 2017

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