i was born in a wide open space in a cardboard box turned upside down
when i stretched i would open my mouth wide and
let the pigeon shit slide down my gullet.
once, on a day just like this,
i was passengering around washington avenue
where they were selling crabs
and saw an acne scarred mexican
holding his arms like he was giving himself up
or running for reelection
in my head a great speckled bird
descended from the clouds
and swallowed him whole.
shrines would be built on the corner
and everyone would stand around
like a fire drill.