FOR A MIMOSA
Joseph Goosey
On the flight to Detroit
you would have murdered
the passenger next to you
for a Mimosa
but there was no passenger
next to you
or anywhere else.
No one wants to fly to Detroit.
Let alone as a connector
to New Hampshire.
Failed industry and syrup. Real sexy.
In Detroit you can't tell
any difference
between the shit
of your neighbor's Doberman
or the snow.
In New Hampshire the snow is pure
so everyone wants to gather
in the apple orchard
to recite Frost and talk
about new energy
alternatives.
Regardless, geography
is a ridiculous interest
to cultivate.