Who cares about the Eiffel Tower? I thought
as a kid. Down the street we got an electrical
tower and it lights up the whole block
It sat on a vast, generous grass
more empty space than was natural. People walked
their dogs but never got close
I thought I could ascend it. I’d forgot
that protective circle of shit, find a hidden elevator
or just climb. “You can’t,” Eric Covener told me.
“You’d touch the metal and fry.” Who cares
about climbing, I thought. There’s no view to
my neighborhood. Better to stay on the ground.