your little ass
is haunted—the angel
of affordable housing
couldn’t seduce me—
historians will note the soil was
discouraging, like blondie i’m blowing
the lights out and heading to
your city in a dead man’s jacket
it’s canvas, do you see
how i’ve complicated
it spatially, the appearance of
buildings where there aren’t any
it’s complicated
relationally, we used to be
a site of harbor but like gaga
i don’t wanna
be friends, a mirror of high
rises scrambles my mouth,
you’ve found someone new
because investment
precipitates a return, she’s
like a weathervane
signaling cloudlessness
in her calf muscles saying to make
a transfer you’ll
need a sealed envelope
of meaning, crying
is the environ of the street
your words cut light
like cubic zirconia
& i am brittle
when you consider me
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Scout Faller (they/them) has poetry published in HAD, Hot Pink Mag, and Bullshit Lit. They work at the California Institute of Integral Studies and live in San Francisco. You can find them on instagram at boredgeoisie__.