K a r e n   G r e e n b a u m - M a y a


Aftershave burns your eyes at ten paces
every T-shirt offends proudly
no man’s shirt has buttons.

Every girl glues on the false eyelashes
first thing, every morning
old ladies bare limp tattoos
I look svelte and chic.

Towns sprawl sparse
water towers the tallest thing on the horizon
no one walks, everyone drives.

The default station is Fox.

I heard more self-assured bigots
in just two days
than in eight years at home.