Wednesday, May 14, 2025

GENTRIFICATION

As I burn through my days, 
I think a lot 
of all the bodies 

this weathered old soul 
must have tarried
through by now—but 

(probably due 
to the tyranny 
of memory) 

somehow not 
often enough 
of the opposite: 

what battle-scarred hoards, 
all strange 
and complex, 

have tossed their lots 
in with this 
broom closet body, 

seizing it, 
razing it, 
building it up—

then selling it off 
at a loss 
or a profit?