After he emails I’m out and off parole
it’s good to be free
I take a walk through Chinatown
His wife calls my cellphone
booms death rattles of an 8 year love
Don’t ask me about that asshole,
I can’t love him anymore
he hits hard when his walls go up
On the streets umbrellas
are bouquets of bumping petals
the lights of shop windows
like tassel hues
rain red lacquer