is
abandoned
like some remnant
of time-soaked simplicity.
...
you left metropolitan hospital
in my fourteenth year
ten blocks from those city projects
dangling on the lip of the east river
...
outside every door
there stands
a wolverine
who will barter
...
tonight i returned & found you gone
your death spoken casually
on tongues of survivors who live
where home is closed til 2 a.m.
...