When the roof falls in it’s hard to stop

Sudden gravity makes everything swing

Like the knotted noose over a trap

Red washes on brick walls

Lines that aren’t really lines

I’m trying hard not to cough

As Heather leans forward

Peering down the alley

At all the mars lights

She wants the cops to change

But they will never change

Last night she slashed their tires

Tonight she laughs

Where the skin shines

Through the holes in her jeans

It is very white