would you lead me down the hall
shivering and shaking, past the fire escape?
where you live in the outskirts of the city
now the snow does not touch, nothing touches
a velvet rope always separating yours from
mine, this from that, less from more and too much,
and so much more…
i must dance around shadows
like the poor man’s obligation to beg
and the dying bird’s chirp of a message to the worm, feed me
writhing, wriggling voices on the other line
oh, i am still no angel
i must become, become, become
like these words, fly by before you have time to listen to yourself or second guess
go fly, go at nightfall and follow the stars
let the moon and the wind be your guide and
become, become, become
anything
and the words hung off the page like the noose around my neck
