they called september, after you

became scarecrow & straw & after
yr meeting with the fire marshall
as you were rustled out of town,
astonished. then they were cocktail
get-ups to be dressed-in & since there
were pallbearers we had ourselves
a funeral. uncorked the firewater
& called apologetic the neglected
phone numbers. there were some
with just one star & some with dark
ballpointed anger. heard you’d gone
desert wildfire, or were picked up
shoplifting. somethings headstrong,
somethings awry, however you tell.
but still made for an interesting story.