these coffee dregs
or apple juice
to water my bathroom plant

I’ve actually seen wisps of smoke
from pink chimneys on Gallaudet
mock seagulls that defecate
on mock Latin tiles

it’s been a while
since rain stained
skeletal glass with an odor
drained
into earth in heat

by now you know
this story is all about defeated grass
quagmired in a palimpsest
of mistaken zest
quarantined for reasons
so agrarian that flowers laugh
he laughs
the mistral laughs
even as sand dunes come and go away
the camels laugh