Ants line up for a single lick of a lollipop.

Locked in my home I don’t need to hunt for food.

Downtown Los Angeles is empty skyscrapers.

Open their windows and they become really big flutes.

The wind sings its way through them.

Right to the tents that line the streets.

Lined up like ants.

The melody is of sirens. Of people.

The Governor says we should stay at home.

Home is where the heart dies.

I think I ate too much tonight.

I have opened my window.

I am waiting for a mouth to come along.

One big enough to place its mouth on my flutes.

The city’s song changes when we finger the holes.

The moans and wails.

I say No, sorry, I don’t have any money.

I say Have a good night.

I buy a burrito. It is fucking delicious.

It is fucking delicious.

I’d line up to lick a lollipop, too.

If it just suddenly fell from the sky.