BUFFALO 9

doesn’t time-zone change just fuck with you? i ate the plains, the plain, the no cheese. i sit here staring at you from across the table, are you watching me fix my hair? i think you did, let me do it one more time to see if you are. i wonder if i turned off my vcr sometimes i accidentally let it run, see the same scene and rewind, but the tracking is a bit off-kilter, it’s never the same. i appreciate the packaging. i appreciate the bones in the ground. what if the flesh was still fresh— it was meant to sink into the layers, ashes to ashes to a dusty autumn flavored road orange, yellow, green dimming in the sunset. i picture you getting off of airplanes. i wonder if now is enough to for you to realize that every train and everything that transplants you can’t take you away from yourself. they moved the american buffalo from state to province to state in order to keep them alive. they were too proud to realize this was killing them and we are here now.