last night Jaqui held the copper kettle over
the flame in the yard. the woods were aching and
i could hear the snap of age in their flesh.
common people hang plants and draw portraits
on front porches. the roaches of a
common persons house
grow fat and call hungry at night to their mates.
ours are laying here
in the yard, rotting,
spitting, and throwing cans at our feet.