50 Devas in the Driveway

It’s no different
              a minor
                              tearing of the cloth
or that other time
              ripped on the Cuervo
                              a wavering dance thru
machetes & blue light
              I had expected nothing
less
                              tore off a corner of it
for a rainy night
              when you’d need it most
aesthetically arranged
                              over that way
beneath an off-brand palm tree
              stigmata, enough
to surrender this moment or the next
                              ever to follow that