Now Hiring HazMat Tanker Drivers for the Lewis and Clark Trail

in the dog park
off-leash i

think of
qualifications

like the great actors
of all-time counting

teeth in the mirror
i came

from the grief
belt composite

i am applying myself
i butter both sides

i have not explained
myself nor can

i but
i can drive

a yellow school bus
the low spark

of the high heeled boys
fixing their hair

all is to be desired
if you unlimit the length

of touch
let’s go to mars!

where you can never call
home and you slowly

breathe

out your own bones

Graham Hunter Gregg

Graham Hunter Gregg’s poems have appeared in PEN American and Poor Claudia. He lives and works in Portland, OR.

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