We owe our lives to cosmically-slight odds,to pinpoint precision between a decades-old egg & just-minted sperm: A single second off& we’re nothing. A streetsweeper’s rolling pin wipes away flaccid condoms, mold-spottedtrails of breadcrumbs, the hum of an injured bee, as a red-tailed hawk, regal & statuesqueupon a corner rooftop, is repeatedly assailed as if magnetized, … Continue reading EVICTION