Washington, D.C. "Brothers," they live in houses unfettered by mothers, by sisters, by the battle of the sexes or by any other at odds. Neighbors they are to me here and I watch them, drawn to the window by their night- cries in the street: glass breaking, fist-fighting, heart breaking, poison fun. They intrigue me these sons of moneyed fathers, monotheists, white boys next day sobering up on patches of dirt packed outside where they dwell: castles like crack houses, rags draping windows, the strange facelessness that filth gives to a gilded building. On scavenged lawn chairs in daylight they...
