Poor with associations, humans. I see boxes around the apartment
that say “Poison-Free” and of course the message conveyed is
“Poison”. At construction projects along 4th avenue, likely
respectable union men sit on folding chairs beside their colossal
inflatable rat, dirty stubbly with a cigarette out its mouth. They
are the keepers of the rat, having more to with it than the brick
masons ignoring them on the girders, going about their business.