There will Always be tomorrow

nighttime rolls in

masking as day

there’s a parade

a cross on wheels

suits wearing sneakers

and silly, little hats

teleprompters and escalators

misfire

blown through the neck

careful,

or you’ll miss the canary

it could’ve been back there

or maybe it’s coming up next

is it the mother on the floor

between ICE’s legs

or the son in Gaza

dreaming about running

wishing he still had his