I think, unseen
on another gray
and derelict street,
I suddenly sense
my body gently
swaying in the
humid breeze
like an insect, trapped
in invisibly intricate
webs of a sticky,
avaricious city—
its forgotten nooks
and disdained diagonals
all stealthily criss-
crossing over and under
as I faithlessly wait
in its centerless center
for someone or something
so hungry but subtle
to return home and claim
what warm core still persists
inside of this petrified
shell as its own.
