Section eight with spam and ramen sits heavy on its breath. Street lights too thin for parkour, perfect for shoestrings and lunches with string cheese and saltine crackers. Eviction notices like glitter litter the streets. Unit three C has a secret. It holds wine stains along the white curve of a murder scene. But when the morning comes, when the sun wears blue jeans, it stretches its arms wide, it sprays the gray tops. So that was sec. Eight sun