Love Among Survivors

Charmed by real love

I commit magic in these streets.

Junkies propose marriage,

rapists place jackets over puddles,

rats sweep my floor.

 

Sent forth with real love’s

awkward text

I wave my hand and

buses arrive on time,

pitbulls belly-up,

roaches slit their own throats.

 

Grinning,

arms gift-full,

I step into our story.