Demolition by Nate Cabral


The very human smell of not



A lack of patience, a lack of pride

Turn me on my head to restart me


Shake the salt and pepper shakers

Pick up a dead leaf that you found

on the sidewalk and turn it over


Don't count sheep in bed while

Thinking of me


Falling asleep is a holy process


In the dark bar men congregate to agree

on something


Watch them talk, watch them drink

all night


Leave your man behind

and quit your old grudges


The sugar factory will be demolished

No amount of protesting will stop it




Nate Cabral lives in Brooklyn and is the marketing assistant at CN Times Books. He likes being paid to write but will do it for free if necessary.