i’ll kiss the goose girl

the southern town confounds her in new ways—

dozens of driverless vehicles driving no one
feral peacocks pecking the fallow ground
autonomous delivery bots clustered
in auto-da-fé cul-de-sacs
king tides slurping away the coastline
the porous limestone giving way underfoot
former immigrants dissing new immigrants

immigrants that fled authoritarian bullyboys
propping up a fascist wattle-raisin

will wonders ever cease?

i’ll kiss the goose girl instead

What I’m Reading:

… the enormous Florida night,

   metallic with cicadas, musical

      and dangerous as the human heart.

— Lynda Hull / “The Insect Life of Florida”