Survey it. I’ve got one plush chair. Stacked with books and bills, costume pearls dangle over dice and magazines. Sit on the carpet, the bed if it’s a problem. Outside the slanted bay windows thousands of reflections burn light from dawns that pop without fog. This city is not the map, I am the map. My roads must cry bulldoze! Under Embarcadero buried Clipper ships arc around BART rails. Under this rented room is a sham (which is far from a sham-wow) of worth. Excavation in the guise of purity. The first known maps charted skies, not land. Seems we like to look up to avoid our truth. Look, here’s a truth: I remember the taste of eviction— I’ve been in its smoke and fermentation. I will not make room for hole-punch dollars, the myth of cleaning up the neighborhood. I dare you, trump what matters like class (money) vs. class (refinement) vs. class (learn it). Okay, sure, clean it up, but don’t bullshit. I’m adjusting the landmarks, the waterlines. But that matters less. I need people to keep having kids here. I need to call someplace home. What is a teacher without pupils? What is a city without youth? These days community is a show on Nextflix. A code for campouts in the places I once lived daily. You are living with the fun(ds) of your own late night infomercial— You are scribbling on the walls like a toddler. Are these the new intersections? I’ve got an artist who could mural that. There’s a road we need to rename. Count the cranes, what’s rising here? I’ve got a friend who lives in his camper van on Guerrero. How many times can you reflip a coin and still call heads? Parades and pop-ups do not replace blood. I want to stay for the parrots in Washington Square, for the clubhouse where my parents married, and the courthouse where they divorced. Do you want an empty pretty thing? Be my guest. Leave. If you want something real, I will not kick (sell) you out. I will give you an address, but I need to pay less. We both know what a teacher makes: Change. This spot on my motley carpet is offered whole hearted. A city is it’s people, not the homes they buy.