When that song came on the radio,
you turned it up and said, ‘Let this
be the anthem for our bad choices’
and I thought of Bad Choices as a place as in:
Bad Choices, Montana and I wondered
what it must feel like to be mayor there
and then I remembered that I am.
nature is the best thing
to be afraid of
because nature will win –
a clean lack of hope,
as if hope were an organ
scooped from the body
in a single cut.
—i have four poems in this month’s Epigraph Magazine! this is from one called “disaster movies.”