Tuesday, May 12, 2020


Alone and unseen 
on another empty street, I 
can feel myself swaying 
in the gathering breeze—
like an insect 
who's trapped in the intricate web 
that is this dim and suspicious city—
its many sticky absences 
all strenuously crossing 
over and under each other while I 
wait in the center 
for someone or something deceitful 
to return home and claim
my shadow as its own.