Albany Park

When insomnia has finished staining your eyes

w/ the perpetual winter
the crows have picked clean

the wonderment of junkyards
you have fallen deeply out of love with

and now
you are left w/ steel and granite
and a bottle of wine
in the Mexican neighborhood
your grandma warned you about

the raises have been small
and the murders have been many

the mailman has a flamethrower

the squirrels have knives

the robin reported a break-in
in the tree

and the cops never showed

Oh, god

I don't ever want to leave this place

© 2014 Lee Kitzis