How Public Like A Frog

it comes down to this
i make lists to convince myself
it’s time to buy land
i am not a first day fraud
i don’t need a morning smoke
debt was worth it
in my renegotiated role of education
i should relocate
since saints often get cancer
and need to be fed ice chips
in this Andrew Wyeth field
i stare at silhouettes of crows
homesick with these muted colors
across acres of farmland