My partner tells me
she came home
to a coyote in the front yard
last night.
There is no need
to ask if she’s sure.
They’ve been around for years
and we’ve both seen them before —
though never here, never this deep
into a dense city neighborhood.
Between us, we have now officially seen
more coyotes here on this street
than we’ve seen guns
on anyone
except cops,
gang signs
from anyone except on
Facebook,
and muggings except
on TV.
Remind me again
how this city is a shit hole
and we’re all crazy for living here,
sneer again that it’s all going to hell.
That laughter you’ll hear
will not be the laughter of
the Trickster.