State ID

Outbuilding painted some gone color forty years ago

Hedges ornamented with a purse

We blew in at the speed of Saxons
Mannequinned on spears
Stenciling the orange-red Wallachian dusk

Only ever had enough
Siphoned out to reach
The terminus of one main
Neon bloodless drag the ugliest
America admits to having seen

Aesthetically speaking
You smell smoke here

Jamming up the cabin of a truck with stolen plates
Marriage license
Writing groom into the dockets
I believe

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.