What God Has Divided Let No Man Unite

I know this corner like it’s mine, this corner that belongs to everyone who’s ever called it their own. I know this sidewalk, cracks and all. I know thresher stare and I know flip wrist. I ride the train to the end of the city because back home a pipe burst and now water trickles down my wall, now my ceiling darkens and cracks, writes fate over my bed. At night I’m taken out of sleep by the break of a drop on my nose. On the train a man and I exchange a look. Not lust, not exactly, but an understanding: you who feel alone are never alone. The city sets in Apple and Hanes and never have I felt this tired or this complete. The earth turns and my body begins its long decay. The earth turns each day.