There is a city that prefers to be lit by stars
Sporting an abandoned gas station shelter.
Where a mattress finds a roof. A fence finds a fortress.
And in this city with no streetlights there is a house.
With three rooms, a kitchen, and a yard filled with sharp things.
There is also a roof. There is also a mattress. There is also a fence.
There is no one there.
But the cockroach that lives in the makeup drawer in the bathroom
With the mirror that's too high on the wall.