after-noon

i 
love
these
quiet neighbour-
hoods

they remind
me
we
are

stuck in our bodies
stuck with weight & broken skin
stuck with dry & wet & warm
stuck like a promise 
kept since birth.

i love these quiet neighbourhoods
building on torched fences
& broken windows uncomplainingly

what
if
we should
fail?

i 
love
these
quiet neighbour-
hoods

so dull so so so
like a christ could come down
like a christ could burn the motherfucker
down.