what it is then,
is that flashlight in the dark
piercing the smoke when
the garage door opens
and Brad Pitt is on the phone
with Johnny Romane.
suddenly my neck works,
and I realize that I
left who I was in Nebraska after
I rode with a friendly love on a dirtbike.
I realize that
I liked who I left behind in Roscoe-
another me, a confident me
that had eggs and toast for breakfast.