i am growing my beard back
for strategic purposes
mostly related to hiding.
my love tells me i should just build a fort
out of bed sheets out of cardboard
out of the apologists for nitrites
and the reasons lazarus tried to dig his way back home.
i ask my love what they are talking about
my love says ‘it’s just something i heard once’
my love is always saying things like that.
once my love told me george washington built a cherry tree
that abraham lincoln wore a false beard
‘oh, for all sorts of reasons’
i press my cheek to the window and feel various things.