Michigan tumbleweed,

litter and nettle bouncing

in the gale,

pale and unassuming

an equal,

born of trash

and happenstance

windows down,

nose to the ground,

I forget that I ever knew

anything but the hunt

when will I

surrender to the elements,

god and evolution and love and science

and remember

what it is to be flesh

and pleasure and science and love and god,

what it is to feel


in the presence of


beautiful man,

who bathes me in laughter,

beautiful enough

to forget the scent I’m after

But I don’t forget


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