How They Wish There Were Less of You

What a dangerous thought

Yet a child protests “Get out of my room!”

We need our own space sometimes: zen

We need to own space for all time, then … (they’ll go back for space in time)

Coming across the ocean, across the borders, across rivers grand, into the room

Who’s in the room? Less room, board room, vroom vroom, fuel-injected Icarus ascension

Stop

You can’t get off

Without someone barging in — “Can you please shut the door?!”

The great indoors, tree floors, gypsum walls, quarried ceilings

Blue light swims back in, the kids are alt-right, cosplaying in borderless pits

Gawking

Be a team player, twirl your jersey overhead, helicopters fan stadium fires

On the field, the 10-12 gladiators stir piss and shit, strange fruit fertilization

A big flush, handle plunged in deep water, it sucks as it rises around the edges

Jump ship, abandon personal flotation, Oscar and Angie’s lips kiss the banks of America,

Alan Kurdi’s cheek pecked by sand, the heads’ heads in it, that’s rich

Who’s in the boat? None aboard, board stiff, doom doom, future tense inflected