It takes a few seconds to train spiders to travel in my suitcase. I trust the bent legs will protect me from ancestral pollens, suggest a design for my next tattoo. I have faith piped in music will land this plane and the long horizon of farm folk looking up will note our chem trail is shorthand for life passing by. My brother, the Boy Scout, practices welcoming flags like elbows in a crowd. Our homeland has rules about pirating arachnids, if I’m caught, the consequence will stick to my ribs like a dead fly. Belt, boots notebooks lay flat for the xray. Fate extends a limb to test the surface. — WILL SCHMIT
Will Schmit is a Midwestern folk poet transplanted to the Redwood forests of Northern California. Will has been performing and coaching poetry, in between bouts of learning to play the saxophone, for nearly forty years. Will’s most recent recording Fix My Car A Spoken Word Mythology is available for streaming at Spotify, iTunes, and at www.schmitbooks.com