a scent of berry like a splash of destiny
which hints at the last of life...
—Jane Miller
Everything’s falling
apart. Everything
of me and mine.
Can’t hornswaggle
a thing back. And
that’s the USA,
right? No truth
nor beauty. I lie
to the sky (sky-
ward?) like a
fool, singing
the dumbest
thoughts as
they fall to
the earth.
