Aurora Avenue by Piper Daniels

Today is the greenest this winter and wounds take
to ripening. You hope no one will notice before the dark
descends like a wave of panic over the Sound.
Until then you will trace the crooked letters of handmade
marquees offering up marrow.
Cars gather in humid congregation.
You yearn only to be something less.
Less than a mile from here, office workers watch
versions of me scale the prevention fence and plunge
into their next lives.