iAM POETRY 2020
call this spiderweb city. i didn’t come here to be in the pictures. put all the mirror-windows in a dark room and see if you can summon something other than this comfortable insignificance. if you look closely, i was never here. always just in echoes, in fractions. call forgetting, being forgotten, a series of small mercies, the unpinning of a butterfly’s wing. this ground only sleeps fitfully. only breathes your breath. i miss the solace of dissolving into the crowd. being swept into its current its own kind of unrelenting forgiveness.
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suburban girl meets metropolis
