4 cops

dogs shaped
like shit
walk my walls
and the submarine goes to the bottom

I sit in a coffeeshop
with 32 cardboard faces
most of them eating hamburgers

4 very fine cops
sit at a table
watching me

I don’t look
good

why didn’t they get
these boys
in some war?
their mothers would have
only cried
ten minutes.

I’ve been packed
(in here) for
six decades:  no
front to back no top
to bottom
my parents only wanted me
to succeed at some curious
goal
that only they
could understand
they unfold in front of me
like dirty napkins
I’ll never go to that coffeeshop
again.