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Doug, Joél, Rich, Darryl, and I sat on the roof
of the building in downtown Baltimore housing
“The Jar,” Doug’s art studio and performance space
above the carpet store that displayed a permanent
sign reading, Temporally Closed for Remolding.
Ears ringing after Jawbox played a blistering,
post-punk music show, condensation and sweat
dripping from the ceiling pipes, we decided
at 2:30 a.m. to flick the cockroaches scuttling
along the low wall on the front edge of the roof
onto traffic on Charles Street below. It was no
small feat of skill after several Rolling Rocks
to bounce one off the windshield of some hotshot’s
BMW convertible. We were deities bringing plagues
from the sky, powerful on the high cliff of our urban
heaven where angry angels belted out buzz-saw
hosannas into the humid air of a small room, while
half a world away, night vision goggles and gunsights
scanned a desert landscape for heat signatures,
signs of movement in a war about to begin.
Copyright 2022 Matt Hohner
Matt Hohner is an editor for Loch Raven Review. Hohner’s first collection of poetry, Thresholds and Other Poems, was published under Apprentice House, 2018, and his forthcoming collection from Salmon Poetry will be published next year. He lives in Baltimore, Maryland.