Nothing is Hidden

In my neighborhood dramas play out
on tenement porches.
Men yell at their dogs and mothers scream
at their children.
Saturday nights teenagers drive around town
throwing their beer bottles at the stone walls.
Kids buy cans of whipped cream from Walgreen's
for the nitrous, tossing the empties in the shrubs.
Girls too young become parents overnight
while the feral cats yowl in heat,
and it all repeats, spinning into space.
Nothing is hidden