I'm waiting for influenza in Virginia. Or the taste of something metal. My two big teeth not quite yellow. Plantar wart on the pads of both feet and a busted out crotch in all my jeans. The window. The leaves. The leaves. The leaves. This genetic ache. Sunrise over several creatures in a broke down lawn. The wrong map. Cadence, cicada, incessant. A repeated crack of bone. A knack for saying what's to come as it comes. Naked and outrunning another sunset. Rot tooth cracked nail. Dog kicked by horse. Bowls of flowering weeds and loose change. The way I keep waking up high in Shenandoah.