the length of night
is the same for everyone on this street.
in small rectangles, the cheap, old
condos-turned-apartments
get equal amounts of cool black
as the blocky, towering homes–
duplex, rented-out, shared-living
spaces that cost four times what
the brick buildings from the seventies
go for. the crush of the wealthy against
the poor, there is a groan to it. shut up,
shut up. you can hear it if you’d shut up.