Animus & Intellect Vol 1 | Page 7

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

—floating—

in the creek. A shredded soda can

roved the grass fields while a lawn-

mower chummed.

Nature calls

through a tin can phone.