–after Emmanuel Hocquard
if I hadn’t stolen the cigarettes
I would have knocked on their door
distracting the child from
playing w/matches
& burning the whole
house down.
the druids favored
antares to aldebaran
which star I was
born under.
here and now
solitude
in the city
awash with crickets: the night.
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