vincent a. cellucci
grounded by your country (poetry)

not since I was seventeen

have I been in a similar state of lockdown


back then it was

beaming home with the early light

with complete disregard for any promises

of minding a curfew or sobriety

jeep a degenerate comet

reeking of beer and weed

and I an alien approaching a staircase

where I cross paths with my captors