Shielded by rusted guardrails— / two lanes traffic-choked.
We met in a think tank. / It existed behind the firewall.
With yellowing newspapers on the porch. / A mailbox, overflowing.
I dwell in practicality, / ugly & unpraised.
a house shored up on the mud banks of the river / where all day the moon sleeps in the guestroom
During a pandemic / People take to / The typically / Deserted city / Sidewalks
Change your name / from Francesco to Frank
No more transfusions. / No more shots.
It would be the thrill of a lifetime. / And the noise, the heat, the foiled recoil
Chain link rattle, a line of boys jerk / the dugout fence. Delicate fingers / turn beastly
