at the bar we’re talking civic duty

wetlands, hibiscus tea, bringing back

the draft. Troubled by the lyric mode,

heartbroken and nobody here knows. 

Blaze orange, self-referential faggots

leaning forward toward one another

talking about how now we belong

to these small towns. They can have

all there is to have. Sunset over mountain 

range whose name I don’t know. 

I hate war I hate destruction of wetlands

I hate flash floods I hate not talking to you 

I hate writing this sonnet until it is not

a sonnet water is waiting everything

is waiting it’s all on the other side