giving way by Rob Budde

either living off the land or accruing debt;
different houses, same living

a kind of slow leeching of nutrients
falling out of the language

I am obtrusive in cities because
I step aside, give way
and throw off everything

the colonial inclination to cohesion—writing
the good story—and 
empty space a vision of development

yesterday, a strip mall ate my path
inside out

policies are roads and I am off