citizen

i completed my u.s. census

report

one, yes

one slightly frayed white girl

at 1111 H

streets scarred like a battle-field

as ghosts of snow hovered

sulking on horizions;

so, i made it my duty

to memorize the braille of us

down to

the sweet seams

where the soul splits;

i stumbled upon the

big-time

in the jungle

love,

driving me mad,

making me

crazy