lying in a too-hot bath staring overhead at dead plants in glass hangers
cuz we let them die. wishing I was any age but this one.
1 and 2 and 3 and 4 and
moved to the coast cuz I thought people were supposed to be better
but mostly they’re just richer and keeping up
with the Joneses proves impossible. 8 and 9 and 10 and 11 and
in a house soon to be swallowed in rising tides faster than you
can say former-oil-executive-in-charge-of-the-E-P-fucking-A
15 and 16 and 17 and 18 and
listening to Joni Mitchell how I do when I think how nice it might be
pissed at the price of avocados and bread. 21 and 22 and 23 and
and maybe I’ve been reading too much Eileen Myles
but I wonder when clarity is supposed to set in or when
we can stop pretending we got it under control
A born-and-raised Idahoan, Keegan is now proud to call the Washington Coast home. His essays, short stories, and poems have appeared in Cascadia Rising Review and Trestle Creek Review.