Des Moines
Every hotel room turned over a
hand-meant stay
deep in the pocket of what gives to
feel tight, small,
singular in the feel of one room zoom
without escape.
And the highways are a zipper on the
cuff of your jeans
and the stores are giving more promise
of dead weight,
find a bar you love and float more
often through the afternoon
than a sun or a cloud with a cold grip
of certain staying.
Make due in an apartment they let you
be like any statue
or tribute to a piece of the landscape
that carved you in.
Drive downtown to the sound of your own
drum,
and feel the song of life start to
chime 29 times for this ship.
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