counting sheep

the present?

homeless, we drift from past to future

with rucksacks, internet capability

we hitchhike between timeshares,

between two major airports

to fly across a minefield, a no walk zone

it’s the disappearing act we enact,

we reenact,

the damage control we can afford

to make up for deficiencies in our diet,

in what we don’t see

flipping through one reality show

after another,

it’s no prime real estate, we’re afraid—

there’s no water there, no signs of life

&, to be honest, we can’t remember

the last time we caved in,

the last time we gave the present tense

a passing grade

we’re not voting for it

c. a. campos, 2011