by Dale Goodson
we’re going to protect our blankets
sprinkle with shavings
from that great smelling tree
then dump in a trunk
I think we’ll crawl in too
if the flimsy moth
can do damage
our president doesn’t have to be right about much
(a suspected this, a suspected that--anyone other than us)
we’ll toss in great grandmother’s hand-stitched nightgown as well
(there’s a survivor)
down in the basement
folded and contorted
with musty concern
like the moth
it’s in the air
Dale Goodson is a writer from Seattle currently living in New York City and working as a homeless outreach worker in Times Square. He recently created his own website: dalegoodson.com.
