I park too close to the ocean,
to the terrifying island: chimera

of carwash, a cathedral. Scar of sign,
obituary dreamed up by the AI

who survives
my folder of documents, my blue county outfit

liable to smear its lurid foodway
on the shuttle bus window glass

I’m brandished
by, I paid for it,

I paid for it
what do you care

Gabriel Palacios is a poet living in Tucson, Arizona. He serves on the editorial staffs of DIAGRAM and The Volta. Recent work appears in The Laurel Review, Poetry Northwest, Fugue, DREGINALD, and elsewhere.