tell me that you’re famous for me – Bull in the Heather by Sonic Youth

here   they wash sidewalks
while old women with no teeth
sleep on concrete mouths open
as buses curl around blocks
like snakes seeking refuge

on warm screen display
all this proximity
generates raw tension
& opportunities to be dangerous
exhale embargoed

here   preachers still preach
drag & drop promises
with conviction-driven voices
she is distracted with salvation
in witness & in abandon

she holds a burning cigarette
between her shaking fingers
& places a call to god
there is no answer
    the voicemail full