I’ll miss rain
coming down against the windowpane.
while the guy across the hall
fantasizes, penning the modern equivalent
of The Old Man and the Sea
I got some ice from the lobby,
and learned a word or two in Spanish from the maid.
in my future robotic physique
cracking my knuckles,
and the quick morning patter of rain,
the taste of blood on a split lip.
I frisk my government for leadership qualities,
just a paper cut short of the shredder.
it helps if you’re besties
with a superhero, or a vampire.
getting by in the city today?
maybe it’s best you learn to identify species of edible
fungus, grubs and tree bark.