Carving culture into
Condos condos twined and twinned again
Serious sameness breeds and bleeds
“Safety” from the
Rundown and outs
*This is one of my first poems in a long longity long while. I was on the #20 bus, in front of the abandoned Waldorf on Hastings, and I felt it leap out of my fingers into my notes on the I-phone. Frustration!