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Tuesday in The City

the weight of buildings is crushing
i picture skyscrapers and domed government buildings
set on my shoulders like some form of guards
the city is armor that every stranger wears
we’re trained to look forward even as
our legs rest uncomfortably close,
two animals so removed from nature, even though
i’m pretty damn sure there’s no mammalian creature
that will tolerate such closeness from another
entity with teeth.

there is nothing human in brick
there is nothing organic in metal
there is nothing i trust about the government,
or its buildings.
i stare out the window at the DMV-
as if, if i stop searching long enough,
it will swallow me and i will forget the sky.