i live in a neighborhood

 

where the streetlights blind us of the stars

 

and semen flows down sewer grates like rain water

 

a neighborhood where hopes and dreams scurry with the mice

 

shooed off with brooms held by unwed mothers who want nothing more

 

than to have these pests destroyed

 

i live in a home

 

where fabrications are our fabric

 

and conspiracies are our pillows

 

where we must turn off our own awareness like lightbulbs

 

so we can get a good night's sleep

 

i live in a world

 

where it only takes one person to make a difference

 

and one bullet to keep it the same