Escape

A sunny day, the city strode flashy with newly pawned zirconium
cars glittered chrome and glass through the narrow streets
bike frailty held wet tarmac with
urgent whispers, misdirection

(Walk upstairs my hips too wide for the gate
knees ache)

A shadows heart
a chestnut blossom glows

(I r i ng my father.
"There's nothing you can do, lay on the pillows, be comfortable"
he s ays aside to someone, my mother, I think. It 's hard to tell.
Screams, shouts, explosions.)

The sun shines, leaves jut down
I deposit my rent and flee