Saturday Night

autumn dark
when the air conditioners stop
and you hear
everything you don’t want
a baby might be a cat
lovemaking a fight
with hunger
crickets in parcels
between alleys
something digs
in the trash and eats
pharmaceuticals and bread
like you and your mom
things have eyes
made of darkness
for seeing other
darkness the car
up on blocks
is a sort of motel
with a skylight
someone wants to add
on yelp and say
I saw starlight here
five stars and I wish
he was still alive
to say I smell like dawn
along the ocean