sedate sedition

i wonder what it
means to the few
of us

--

wish you
had washed
yourself clean
of me a long
time ago
don't you

--

turn the page now
roll it over and
over in your
fingers lick the
edges light it
up and breathe
real deep like
a kid watching
a fire engine
bleed past the
window when his
mother stops
the car.

--

exhale
me like a
sieve full
of beans