Am I the city

She cried in her sleep.
Her pillow soaked,
mascara stained when she awoke.

Let it go, they don’t know.

The stars laugh lightly at luckless lovers.
The roads bow lower to welcome wanderers.
If the sky could catch anything, it would catch fire.
They say, to be human is to be a liar.

Every window wishes for some Windex.
Every storefront wants to mimic Macy’s.
Every corner is terrified of taxis.
And every crosswalk secretly hopes
a pedestrian won’t be so lucky.
Yeah – that’ll teach them for jaywalking.

I think I saw some buildings on Third Avenue holding hands.

They don’t know who you are; who are you?

26.01.2010