”You ain’t nothing in this town, kid.”

I slid my hands in my pockets, slouching
just like mother told me not to.

“You’ll be crushed by the others.
They’ll do things to you that you’ll never forget.
You ain’t never gonna live ‘em down.”

What this guy doesn’t know is
back where I was from,

I wasn’t anyone either.


“Best ‘o luck,
though luck ain’t savin' you here.”

His legs led him into the blinding sunset,
into the city of ruins and graffiti.
It was like fire.
A calm, consuming fire,
enveloping the dying buildings,
swallowing his silhouette.

I’ve yet to understand why my mother gave birth to me.
I ran away from her
away from everything I understood.
and now I’m lost
in a pile of the same ****
simply located elsewhere.

I don’t belong here.
I don’t belong anywhere.
The world is too beautiful for me,
and it’s inhabitants are the source
of all my misfortunes.