Bushwick Brooklyn sandwiched between a drug house and another drug house I spooned cockroaches Polyester bed sheets pressed to my calves Stuck on my elbows We woke up To the shrewd non users Dealing To the unpredictable users Dealt In our one bedroom apartment There was no beauty to shake off

A found poem, bits and pieces were taken from an article from Rookie magazine to form this collage of words

“http://www.rookiemag.com/2014/02/hold-on-sour-grape/”