Friendly Neighborhood PTO
We are so stuck that tonight
the moon is a clot
in a dark artery.
I do believe in the need for us to communicate
a little more like Styrofoam cups
in the same storm drain,
and a little less like zoo animals in separate cages.
There is a joke I never “got”: A Buddhist
says to an alcoholic, and an engine fire
says to a green piece of plastic,
“Of course we are sleepy after destroying ourselves.”
A woman pregnant with pine needles agrees.
Tonight we are so secretive that the moon
is a milky blind eye.
We are confident in three things: The archivist
at the Patent Office
who wears yellow framed glasses in hopes
that the file clerk will notice
considers herself a folklorist; the Patent Office
is internally divided over whether it contains legal documents
or creation myths; and,
we must consult the Patent Office in hopes of learning more
about the purposes of the grooves in tooth picks.