1.

the night exhales the first stirrings of cold
arms braced on the gritty brick
screaming fuck out the slanted window
fuck you
and though you don't expect an answer
you get one

(what a vast echo)

you are on a stairwell:
knee bent, one foot perched above the other,
almost kneeling,
humbled by the window and the endless buildings,
the endless night

darling, i have such contorted dreams

2.

the sky messy with stars (but isn't

this what you wanted?) chinks
in your armor for words of
flickering light

10.13.04