I have just killed the plant named after my sister
and the way I see it I have only two choices remaining:
stop believing in the future
or start stealing fortune cookies.
This is the loneliness they warn you about,
living in a country where you can’t learn the word for grass
and after three months all you have is the grass.
And this is the weather
that reminds me of Williamsburg,Virginia,
of the May we thought would be summer.
We thought it was so far South.
That kind of driving is the only thing I miss more than words—
going two days straight without stops unless we wanted to,
recognizing the history, each street passing familiar
America ever after.