Sunday, February 27, 2022
Sacred
2 yrs in City,
job emigrating
overseas. Thence,
not back to old unit,
but next door down
dim hallway. New
bathroom’s window
looks out to same fence,
broken slats. Warm grasses
sigh behind that “I
am the Sacred Grass!
The Sacred Fragrance!”
“Well I’m no fuckinINDian!
“Doesn’t matter
at this moment.”
