The Most Trustworthy Tin Cans

This is

My best friend's locker

Without hooks, still catching metal.

Crossing ponds with no plans for return.

Air-conditioned hum

And 60% glass.

Milking fangs into

Baby food jars.

You were never mine

Picking flowers

Black and white bathing suit

Curious of a bee

Dear diary,

I've become part of the problem.

Stroking automatic voice with shaking hands

In the most trustworthy tin cans,

On the way going anywhere but here,

With a caravan of picketeers.

This is

My best friend's locker

Without hooks, still catching metal.

Crossing ponds with no plans for return.

Travelling with bread crumbs in the company

Of dogs falling in and out of the comfort of our

Favorite chairs.

You were never mine

Picking flowers

Black and white bathing suit

Curious of a bee

Dear diary,

I've become part of the problem.