I burned my copy of
The Santa Cruz Mountain Poems
while the Santa Cruz Mountains
were burning in my Aztec
flip-flops as a random act of kindness
or a silent blessing for the
traffic dripping like wax semen
because it will always get
worse if you're friendly
and donating your hair to someone
who has cancer and is on fire
in an incorrect automobile
listening to Tom Petty leaving
everything they have to smoky children
but that's just the way it is
when calling faces in clouds family