Minor Crisis Mostly Averted

I shut the screen door on the night and made

A daytime of my dirty clothes, piled on the floor.

Under the floorboards, alley cats disemboweled city mice,

While this city, I called it listless, held me like a bible,

And here is some truth: I woke up with all my blood

Still on the inside, and still wanting, with all my hyperbaric heart,

To graffiti my own name on the overpass: I Loves

I. Now, to perfect all my quiet rebellions; don’t die.