Life
on the Alley
For
D.L.S.
Oh the glory
of closed shutters
and speakers that block all noise.
The cats are pacing.
Someone has parked beneath the window
filling the room
with the sweet vapor of exhaust.
Meats dont
last in this apartment.
Lettuce sweats.
Brown rice takes longer to cook
as if at altitude.
Ive emptied out the crawl space
though the ants are back
in a column from the sugar to the door.
They move with the ceaseless motion of a heart.
They exhaust me.
I turn on
the fan and watch its white spin.
I promise Ill find a way
to bring you to my hands
where youll encounter
a space heater of good will.
Well have that much
of a life together,
and no hard bread.
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