your backyard is a jungle
cats hide on the other side
of the fence. lying
on your porch table a cat
in the last throes of life.
it hasn't rained in months.
my chest tenses
against the nicotine I draw
into my lungs Like a Prayer.
maybe it's a heart condition.
maybe try again is for younger people.
I order soup on the way out of your house
just before I turn into Ella there's sirens
someone's always dying in this city
cut and bagged with a napkin thrown in.
two orders of bread on the side.
@ellowrites @apoem_4u @ello