A poem for my last night in Brooklyn: On my last night in Brooklyn, I watched a rat duck into a hole it had dug into the street tree planter outside my door I had recently watched a Michael Cera interview in which he bemoaned the fentanyl containers at our shared park’s playground I took a shower using hand soap and a towel I borrowed from my friends because alas the movers have taken all my soap and all my towels and so it is just me Michael Cera and the rats camping out tonight ✌️