the walks alone
the ones I take down main street the
wet leaves all
different colors
dead hooker pond
smelling like shit
no running water and the
biker chick diner
Worcester baby you gotta hold on me
killed me
and brought me back to life

trombone men and no-toothed women
dumpster diving and African hair braiding
running through puddles that men created with their spit telling
me I was their property I am
an intruder in your streets but you
are now mine to be had
when mountains are replaced by humanity's rot
that is when
something can truly be owned look up at
what your people have done