What a cusp world
The brink, each moment
That laps
That you, yes, you
Will step out
Knarled, shining, mundanity
Of traffic and flies
And planes
Will you see this city?
Will you see the sweat
Soaked vest I ges
Of the Cuban heel?
Will you slice calamari
And dab ink
On your face
And curl a grin in the mirror
Will you see bits of me?
You?YouYou
Will the earth still hold you?
Or roughen?Or close in?
It will pain you
So feel the bark
And know that though growth
Be set
Nurture unnoticed
And strive for light
Raise your chin you
You
Raise your chin
And know that onceI thought of you
nowI throw you up
And blink
So I’ve caught you
In time
And will catch You
You
and fill this
Inexpilicity
For you
