Bingo!

When your tongue,

like a flash of gunfire,

finds me,

angels gather eagerly

in church basements

to play bingo,

the furniture that landlords

piled on sidewalks burns,

a sheriff’s deputy,

a flag on his sleeve,

plows the new prowl car

into a tree, and I break

at the edges, until all

the names for common things

cease to sound familiar.