in the basement, we stripped phosphorus from match-strikes with nail files. bring the war home. punch your neighbor. when the bellringer left his post outside the kroger we took the change in his bucket and distributed cans of mace throughout the neighborhood. dusk fell over the reservoir's scald of water like a hood on a detainee. if i was more important FBI informants would be reading this poem. the advantage of being low-income was that less of my taxes went to bombing civilians. in the highway median, coral mushrooms blossomed out of a paper bag. the geese all flocked in the wrong direction. after the dillard’s closed, two competing naval recruitment centers set up shop. outside the hospital, snow fell from a chemical plant.