Bingo!


When your tongue,

like a flash of gunfire,


finds me,

angels gather eagerly


in church basements

to play bingo,


the furniture that landlords

piled on sidewalks burns,


a sheriff’s deputy,

a flag on his sleeve,


plows the new prowl car

into a tree, and I break


at the edges, until all

the names for common things


cease to sound familiar.

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