The Box Plague now at Gone Lawn

border/s

I say I can't translatebut I get to pilfer
my originsfrom generous helpings
to say I belongat the buffet’s spread

I navigatepatience and curiosity
woundsthe only real border
of this countryI face

slowly un-safe I mean
learningfrom the threat of
‘you’being perceived as one

From Behind Normalcy (CityLit Press, forthcoming)