commuting, as if
a vein, a necessary pathway to
to crawl into your cage. your home. your heart.
a community of bacteria
bumping the move forward,
i have time. the strange lettering
of
a street i will forget,
but murmur for another
block. even stranger, romanticizing
the ones you see anywhere you go;
my first franklin,
the power of hyde, and the main that i'm on.