I was driving down the highway and prayed for souls of roadkill and search for beauty every day. The eternal question beseeched daily. Who gives a fuck. The fireflies of summer dance in memory of dusk diamonds dancing in the weeds. The apartment was once the home of a batterer.2 old ladies and a Negroe star who fell to Broadway lights and a Jamaican who skin popped my brother with heroin. Mr Hayes played with Satchimo and boy do I have the blues. Elijah Muhammad gave me a nickel to buy a bean pie. Ain’t life grande said the Jew store keeper who wanted in my panties at 12.