Hello. I am a feature
on a CCTV camera, with
private resonance. At
the top floor, I
can barely sleep for the sound of gunfire.
I hear the poetry when I order a pizza.
Still there, are you?
…‘yeah, vegetarian cheese that’s correct, please’…
the signal is fading.
Hello. Bullet, welcome
back to my flesh.
We are both refugees, I gather,
my dear child what remains of a street, a sequence
when the memory is no longer needed?
Yeah, call me Bob for short
or just B. Capital B.
Call me death or whatever you want
and put an end to
this age of anxiety.