If I had nothing

I would
treasure ziplock baggies
whispering my secrets into
them
closing them tight

I'd wash them daily in the
bird baths
my grimy fingers ripping tears
in the putrid soiled surface
holy water
for the pigeons to baptize
their
young

in the
hollow of the city
we can bury
our ignorance
our arrogance
breathing
between the
cracks in the sidewalks
holding together
the paper concrete

wrap me closer
as the bus rumbles
past Tompkins
Square Park
hungry

envelope me
as the streetlights
burn