Echolocations

As I nametag through life on took land

I send out echolocations of confusion

and gratitude to anything

that can receive it

the big ladder

the little ditch

constellations

made from shifting satellites

named after the children of the wealthy

for birthday presents

chairs made for sitting unsat in

clouds move if you look

or not

there will be a point

at which boxes will hold every

thing you own some frog hops into a pond

and if you’re some combination of good lucky dead

you’ve got one hell of a hell underneath your

clothes there’s an endless story the little ladder

the big ditch

whichever you think is better is better