Silver Onions

I love city exhibitions

I learned the silver onions,

ever so slightly elongated, 

like space hoppers

held up by the ears,

they compost shit

which I thought was compost.

Shit was just night soil

in China because someone

would come and remove

the contents of your outhouse

in the middle of the night, 

and then it would be used to 

soil as well as soil.

I'm a silver onion moth

when they switch the 

disco lights on: other unexpected

festively-lit places include an

elevator repair shop in 

Long Island City. You're walking

around LIC in a pandemic and

the profound panic that

you left everything too late,

that begins with the elevator

repair shop, who's partying 

without me and why

won't they stop?