erasing passive

                    I won't
be someones secret to unlock

        not a fear tucked into a back pocket
      of denium jeans
        unworn for 13 years

for some buyer at the thrift store to
hang back up after seeing the holes

I will be

the grafiti, neon
           a reminder of a local gang

                no one will bust
   on the billboard advertising
shave cream
          in a city that is familiar
          with crime and crooked and
                               slow police

you won't notice this
on the drive to work toward
 the onramp

but it will be there, speaking itself
                            over and through.