My druthers would find me
in an unhurried floating
a neuronic plasm-
might it take a year?
no matter
it’s the thought that counts
‘crost an undefended border
dissolved in the melding of foreign airs
and with me-
injectable pharmaceuticals
with sad needles
saved for a job to be done
no drone
no watchful eye
no barbed wire
or canine snout
would detect this temporary ghost
that hovered over a house of white
Oh, what I wouldn’t do
what I wouldn’t do.
