loss of electricity over
breakfast
when I came home
the lamp on,
the fan broken,
the bathroom light
on, as if some
morning ghost
occupying the place

my landlord talking to
me in my apartment
sunny Saturday afternoon
about raising tropical fish
and how many breeds
are on the brink of
extinction because they’re
being captured from
the sea by use of
dynamite and cyanide
and brought back to the
pet stores where they will
be met by an 80% mortality
rate: internal organ damage

at the Blue Hill fair
ground
little boys riding their
bikes in the dirt
horse track away
from the stage the
most glorious sight