Walking two miles home to get the second set
of keys because I’ve locked the first set in the car
I listen to the air sneak a smoke behind the bread factory
and the smell comes down fat as desire’s muscle is fat
and I walk faster because it’s ten degrees and late and
I’ve got to get those keys and walk back back through the smell of bread and maybe a figure following me thinking I’m going home when I’m really going to unlock my stupidity from its parking place give it the goosed gas and then drive home through the thick sweet air with the windows closed.