And what I remember of
Gary Indiana is only part true

highways and sand dunes
powerlines would they save us

or just provide a new way of
divvying up heaven

a La-Z-Boy chair
stranded in a field of soy

All that year we
remembered Michael

saw his birthplace a ghost town
in the desert by the sea

and at the sea that strange old feeling
of a single leaf rattling

high up in a cupboard
out of view

this was what we felt
when death came moonwalking

said that’s not an ocean
that’s a lake