nodal points and fault lines

Nodal Points and Fault Lines

Something funny's going on here. Something's not right.

It's hard. To find them a home. Pit bulls. More often than

the clenched brown leaves of the oaks that were like little claws,

ten hours total over the course of four howling drunk days

almost four hundred years ago, the first hostile American

could remember whole years in which nothing had happened

and he sucked at his cheeks. Serious business. He was standing

while blessing a new rodeo ring, which set them all to laughing

while we went from chair to chair. One chair for each dead

admission, as if too many things that actually should matter

looked like one of the color tablets you’d use to dye Easter eggs

in a shoebox and the children made a headstone out of cardboard.