As/Is







5.22.2006


night light

I sleep with the glow of the city as a night light.
Orange.
I'm not a cosmopolitan girl.
There's a haze of language around my head.
Static.
Hard angles and heat
between the bedsheets.
I'm not a cosmopolitan girl.
The tree outside my window
shedding its leaves for wintertime.
We are outlines,
the parking spaces behind it
sketched in thick white.
I'm not a cosmopolitan girl.
How we are sad, a wordless space,
I see it down the alleyway, old
cobblestones backlit by the security light
that's always on.
How we are sad.