“… Now his Upper West Side building
has tobacco-stained corridors
that lacquer-over generations of families,
relics of a religion dying.
Rituals lost, buried animal skin
no longer giving blessings. …”

“… His trip home timed exactly to
your commute to work,
Maybe it makes a difference
whether you’re coming or going. …”

“… 6 Satsuma jars filled with dead dogs.

2 separate bedrooms

1 person crying all night while the other snores …”