All Nite Diner in Traverse City, Michigan
Fresh onion rings with stale news-
papers, claiming the "end of Civilization."
Here you sit between red cushions
while second person pisses off “you.”
The waitress looks at your wrist,
she says her husband has the same
wooden skull bracelet.
You smile, pressing the bones in your cheek,
you ask for the bill.
Tin Can Alley
A small yellow bird rested upon a branch,
looking down, sees: a plastic bag
in the creek. A shredded soda can
roved the grass fields while a lawn-
mower chummed.