march 22,2026

I can’t tell if what I am hearing is the sound of a wild animal outside the window

or the mew of the cat in the hall

or one of the babies crying for me.

I drive through the city that I once loved but never dream about.

inside me, the city is crumbling.

the city so sought-after,

so ready for a tenant.

all of its dazzling infrastructure

(would it have reached

the heavens?)

left vacant, it releases

like pomegranates

in fists.

timing is everything.

yours—not mine.