Overstock (for Apotemnophilia)

By Michael K. Gause

Fifty beautiful acres
and all you think about
are the taxes.

The land is fertile
and to the southeast and
there is no life and weeds
and clouds the color of incest,
just as you are sure that your
life would be more complete
without it.

And you have to laugh
when they say
it is you who are out of place.

You who never once asked
why your dreams
are a two-way street,
why a dotted line
down the middle
would make all the difference.