he was born on a few separate occasions green traffic lights at night there was the day of his conception a wintery affair saved for those involved a tv in front of a dumpster the day he wriggled forth from the dark tunnel of nothing his mother's womb surprise photo of you at walgreen's the founding of his little city deep inside by the small builders alien as they were and still somehow intimately familiar a pink dress in the alley behind your house like any city it had its ups and downs the fever of 1994 was especially devastating but they were a hardy folk not much given to flight me buying a reese's peanut butter cup for a child whose family could not afford it in front of me in line at safeway as all things must pass the little city began slowly to decay the old ones claimed the young had no respect for culture anymore trees at night their skeletons revealed by a camera flash they began to die off slowly more quickly than being born the end was coming closer two earthworms on pavement after a rain as the last breath was made the last accounts closed in the city keys tacked to a sign in buffalo park it was given over to other builders man flipping a four-wheeler and walking it off