Monday, July 07, 2008

city love

boys jump off me everyday and into the river
girls burn my feathers like pages turned to air
and i write poems in my mind like lists of excuses

i'm trying i'm trying
once i hit center
i always return-

i've forgotten what punctuation is for
no endings only line breaks
which are like breaths

i write in breath
were you an inhale or an exhale?

lines break
boys jump off and
girls burn
we commemorate
with names etched on metalĀ 
on brownstones and under sidewalks
Lived Here Once-
wings pressed under glass at the museum of natural history