welcome home totem

bad to the bone guitar riff
ring tone going off
in the seat in front of me
_______
you’re a professional
man in seat 41 says
about my train travel extravaganza
true that i think
_______

thirsty yet he asks
in regards to his
previous offer of a
morning bevvie on him
no thanks i
deny a second time
_______

highway patrol asking
if they can drug-dog-sniff
my bags i say
i think it’s stupid
(as in: no, i don’t consent)
but do what you have to do
_______

cat in a field
at highway edge a
welcome home totem
amongst cornfield stubble
_______

paper hearts
mica hands me
a welcome-home offering
_______

emory blue-haired and perched in
loft fort says something
about how i’d been gone so long
he forgot what i looked like

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