blank walls and clean floors
(with your piss all over the toilet seat) Fuck your
Sweet Caroline’s and Eileen’s Fuck your
extra bright light bulb by the excessively large, one
(men lurk around the corner with glass bottles, in the dark) Fuck your
pointless struggle to survive
your name is seared on everything
your face makes everything better
your attention is a blessing
But, we all matter. we all struggle to fulfill our dreams we all are men and women
Survival is a privilege
blessed upon the most
…Who happen to own
to the front row.
We were downtown, my grandmother and I, when I saw large flocks of birds from different species flying North. I turned from looking East to looking directly above me: a grey concrete disk combusted and turned into a huge fireball falling quickly in my direction. Once it came closer, the fireball disk started to disintegrate and huge chunks flew in all directions around me. That's when I yelled for my grandmother who was still standing East of me, about two concrete slates of sidewalk from me. I turned West and ran to an open black jeep (very similar to the ones in Jurrasic Park) and told my young brother, who was seated and buckled in the car, to make sure our other two younger brothers had their seatbelts on. My grandmother, now my passenger, was also putting on her seatbelt.
The road was crowded with people trying to get to the expressway. "I'll just take the streets", I thought to myself. While everyone on the road drove North-East, I drove West. I was now on a r…