Crooked Letter, I (For Stef Russell and Thom Fletcher)

I am eating McDonald’s
     on a sandy shore
     of the Mississippi
     and feeling quite American.

There is trash at my feet,
     in my hands,
          in my belly.

And the trash in my heart?

She carries it away, the river,
     down to the Gulf, to poison
     a pod of pelicans or entrap
     a curious sea turtle.

While I, just a human,
     sit eating McDonald’s
     on the sandy shore
     of the Mississippi.

Crooked Letter, I (For Stef Russell and Thom Fletcher)

11 thoughts on “Crooked Letter, I (For Stef Russell and Thom Fletcher)

Sock it to me

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