Okay, but

  Sometimes my poetry starts out

  Maybe really rational

  Then subsequently,

          Different

                  Dearhearts

             in the talking hut

  We couldn't do that to each other;

  But we could use the weapons on 

          ourselves.

 We knew that it was time to part;

 Each going on alone, until

  Start with a poem, then just write

  We got swept along in the red tides of love and war, our neighborhood....

  It wasn't until the helichopper's third pass that an Army General-type said, Oh.  Oh my Gawd.  I believe you.  We gotta problem here.

  We'd been so entrenched in the political layer.  And the remnants of call me when it's happening, well, a kid kicked a pile of rubble.

  "Mrs. LANE, MRS. Lane!" A phone call had come, rousing from laundry and sleep.  "I'm here!  Who is this?"

  The child's voice was calm in a tidal wave but only said loudly,

          "Kaaaartoosh"

  Our mom didn't hang up the phone but she said, "I don't know what that means.  Hello?"  She put the phone, not hung up, on the stool.  We heard her barefeet running.  She closed the door where Daddy was sleeping.  She'd gotten her binoculars and pulled on striped knee socks over pajama bottoms and put her sneakers on.

  The raves, the open interstates, the box store sales all the same.  Economists purred to describe smooth.  

  Then I'll be, worker- chubbed hands made the air quotes, midshipman.  We'd been working straight for a few years to develop "special talents" to repurpoise job-change-skills in "essential worker" world.  We'd also been consulting and consulted.  So we just knew about career paths.

  "You want I should review the footage?" The immediate boss shook his head not no, but "Let's prioritize."Aye eye, he pointed at his eye like he was starting a new Vogue dance, I not cappie cappie cap'n.

  Remember?  Which witch? How we had to explain ourselves using snippets?

  Disappeared behind a door.

  Minds and bodies remember.

  Door opened, man with a piece of paper.

  "Magnets."

  "Because?"

  "Because I wasn't dressed properly."

  When things get to can't refuse it's different than a "red line".  While Rock Hudson was challenging the blacker than black fringe on the West Coast....

  Close to reality TV wasn't telling us what to do.

  What do people trapped on trains do?  Or men, women, and children when walls make dead ends to drive thrus?  Or when the money pools in little puddles as GDP?

  But, orders to:

  Clean it up

  Can have some different meanings and interpretations.