THERE IS NOTHING IN THIS CORNER (for Jee Kast)

There is nothing in this corner but

this here heavy longing, brother. One heavy

piece of longing. Heavy enough that one might, on a slow day

build a soapbox derby car our of it, with two sets of training wheels

for wheels and call it something silly. Paint red flames

on the sides with pinstripes in yellow sharpie,

make it go faster. Steer with your body.

Use an old shaving mirror for the rear­view.

Yup. One heavy longing.