Poem I read at the 100 TPC World Poetry Festival during Susan Hayden's segnemt:FREEDOM TO DRIVEa ton of steel and glass and plastic and rubberon asphalt and concrete and metal road to reacha windowed and tabled restaurant to gorge oncow and pig and chicken and fish to fill belly andget in car again to arrive at mall steel and glassand rubber and stucco buildings of opportunityto try on and plastic card or paper bill purchaseyards of cotton and polyester and rayon andspandex then plant ass on leather and vinylonce more to park wheels and chrome near aconvenience store of plastic and chrome countersto buy a bunch of plastic and paper packages bagsand bottles easily tossed in either receptacle orground and subsequently re-enter a stucco andrubber and glass and steel building wherein clothesand food and electronics are stored in wood and oncarpet made to outlast flesh and bone occupants