i am a murder
of opinion.
a process
that is due
a body of foreclosures
car beeps and loud
stereos subprime
with possibility.

in the room that it happens
you can take everything
except
take things too seriously.

they do not blink
they do not knock
on wood
they do not apply
lotion

in the room that it happens
they make money
and pay for
mindfulness and more
money.

the room is perhaps
in san francisco
or new york
or boston
or chicago
or vegas

never dc.

there is a difference
between talking
and making
something
happen.

in the room
i am prescribed
anger
unemployment
broken
back
doors
hooded
property
value
algorithmic

blackness
coded by machines
that were
coded by machines

circumferenced
in massa
chusetts and picketed
pleasantry. in this room

they know that when
there is one deer
there are more to follow.

when they saw us coming
they moved into tomorrow
because there is no room
for yesterday.