Destroy what Destroys you

In a CSO

again, not my plan

to keep on being

here, years on end.

 

First memories of mama

yelling at the worker

long lines, no food

crappy toys, office

 

not made for comfort

in, out of mind

back on the street.

 

Never again

begging for scraps

eying around the space

 

same colors

as childhood

children

tagging outside

security guard plays

welfare worker

vice versa.

 

we become words

here, probation officer, YMCA, school

jail, halfway house, project, recipient

 

we become our numbers

#3903890

 

Forget our names

food changes

            arroz, injera, tamales, rangoon

 

become

mickey D’s, AZ ice tea,

whatever’s close enough to free

 

jokes in like

sighs of wasted life

another form another

hour wasted

 

but who cares

they know we don’t got

jobs nohow

 

fired, cut off

limit, fraud, probation

deported, refugee

 

we sit

sit sit

 

but look

eye to brown eye

 

I feel it

build

 

we will not be here forever

someday, soon or not

the world will be forced

to stop it’s bickering

sacred land burned, oil burned.

burned bodies, bombed bodies.

 

and then, friend

you and I

will be a destructive

force, no one expected

after all, if nothing else

we know

how to wait our turn.