The elevator buttons become familiar

only once

touch them everyday,

a dirty gum developes and penetrates fake wood panel

behind and before our pressure.

Fantasies of the whole thing stopping, yet it still moves slowly  

cold metal touches the outside blind chamber where this thing goes


until it stops.  

Again we step out. Again we step out.


Polanco-Chapter One


Polanco-Chapter One.

Big hamster wheels are turning inside the dark unfinished new buildings.

I can hear the mechanics, ungreased, giant wire wheels turning

into sound, they call out like seed weeds, powerful lifting wind

that bring fluffy elements into the sky.  

The outside of the lip is wet. Trees envelope

the sidewalk and enclose my steps.