To the Home-Owner’s Association
People jump off cliffs here, and trust
the ocean to catch them.
She's sitting in front of her house, staring
out into the streets so full of people
riding in the backs of trucks, walking
barefoot down the sidewalks, and it's
just so foreign to me, can't imagine
a life of windows without glass, homes
without doors, and when I sit on my
I'm always afraid someone's watching me.
I went to dinner today to a small corner
East African, Middle Eastern
restaurant, and everyone there knew a
language I couldn't even name,
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