Student building Victorian bones unwashed skins and porches with lice nearby a selection of ethnic food options.

Up a steep hill, sweat to get there for nothing

For another door to another

Dad and father

pays

proudly unfurling the worn black wallet

A friend at Columbia saving her poet’s ass by doing a doctorate does she walk by

Mahmoud

Mahmoud where are you hidden under what college precipice?

Mahmoud, can we get to you before they do?

The thorn in my side has been plucked

By poppies. I cannot keep my eyes open in the middle of the chaos.