learned nothing

i remember crashing in through
the tiny balcony
like a plane nose-first
on the carpet
that

whole evening walk
started with badgrass&suspicion
chasing as people emerged
from shadows, from the moon
from the sidewalk

i hid in the kitchen
knees to my ears
waiting for
the headlights
the loud voices
to stop
&the quiet
to return

i learned nothing about
privacy
patience
,or love thy neighbour
“chickenshits,” i heard myself say

and i answered back

© Emerys Watchel, 2020 All rights reserved.