Rolling Nowhere

“There will always be poor people in the land…”
(Deuteronomy 15:11)


Breakdown men
roll Rainier Avenue
on rental bikes.
Tinned sardines,
favored staple on the street.

Dumbshit phrase:
The worthy poor.
Let’s switch it, bitch —
unworthy rich!

A hurricane upends
a rural town, drapes
an evening gown
on the carcass of a pig.
Trauma is a hurricane
rolling nowhere
on a rental bike.