Southland, 2020

I couldn’t get out of my own way,
and not like that time,
or the time before,

but I got caught up,
thinking of the fog,
wrestling with it,
playing Pong with the decisions,
the hovering,
the nonsense—

It was a gut punch,
no,
a sucker punch from the universe,

a wait,
not so fast,

the Southland stops for no one,
least of all,
us—