I'm trying to be strong and happy
this stone face knows how to crack;
the two-way mirror goes one direction

I'm peering out
and bouncing back
inverted reflection
as our fingers collide

Sparks between our palms
crash of hips and words
I'm tied to the thought
of that waking stone
and lying down--
the pills in her hands

New York, New York's so far away
but I'd be nothing
if I didn't;
I'll be nothing
when your car takes off
nothing but dust, exhaust
and one broken mirror, going one way
pieces of a dream