The American dream dictates as follows:
School
Job
House
A kid or two
Dog/ cat (doesn’t matter which)
Car (the more, the better)
So much food in a box it goes bad
So much space in a house you get lost
what nonsense we feed into: as if space and time
can be corralled, spun, dished out in clumps of
hair that fall, a cancer that ebbs curling around
silence and bottles of wine: our mapping of life
a stillness where trees have more dreams as each
leaf falls
