Warm with beer and hot peppers
I’m surrounded by a quiet neighborhood
one door, one fear
a child’s chalked design
of follow-me magic, insects
unafraid simply boiling up the ground
and houses, black cats all yellow eyes
and rib ripple. One house of fearsome
cross magic, another with deep stacks
of cash, Prevention magazine, dull pills,
a hoard of ringing bottles.
A mechanical hum and gurgle
keeps out air that poisons lungs,
a tighter and tighter seal on doors, windows
opaque, no longer winking, sunlight
dangerous as a laser. The neighbors
won’t ally, get caught in screens,
cars steeled against the rain.
But today it’s only me
in a western breeze, slipping around
the weight of each foundation.
And if anyone can tell me how to keep this thing in single-space without having to either fuck with the html or run everything around with the space bar (like the first four lines) I'd be grateful. Hm. Seems to be something to do with Safari. Argh.
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