I lay me down
across the metro tracks

Bless the parking lot where
I kissed a city ndn

There are lullabies downtown:
the desert moans at night

bringing the smell of cold
or a bloody nose

White hippies smoke, waist-deep
in overwatered native gardens

We never did go to Amoeba
but we kneeled at Puvunga

I cannot dream this highway vacant
nor assume these lights are godless

I always wonder where the ghosts are
& if they still celebrate the living

Headlights hush through our window
in the eternal language of the grasses