Either Side
by Hyel

I don't know but still
I think I understand.
You bring a cold pigeon to me
black and fat.

Under the moon we sing
our cold song
Not because we love or anything
or because we're happy

but because we know we're alone
and the moon is on our side

under the slide we write our names with white chalk
and I wish that the night
would turn into itself and show us
the real face of the world.

And I hope so
that
I wouldn't have to go home

that my home was here on the frozen asphalt

I hear music playing, far away
we begin to hum along
then grow quiet

I see my song play on your face
I touch my song with my hand
and your mole with my mouth

and the night turns
and shows us its real face

boy
you'll tell your
friends about this tomorrow

But right now we're alone
right now, here on the other side of the world

the music plays to someone else
drums and notes like the teeth of a broken moon

I grab you and you grab me