When I was younger, I used to run away from home and hide in somebody’s garden and hide there for hours and hours but it was only five minutes and I would go home and nobody would notice I had run away.
I am from a town that told me how to walk, Taught me to step lightly So my foot steps would be soft I don’t want to wake the dead I was born in a town that cannot decide Between sleep and insomnia I nod along and watch my step I shiver at night This town has been keeping me safe So they say But I am restless with the evening And the hillsides
"Are you from around here?" You would have rolled your eyes at the city sky Muttered something about Westernization No stars in the sky But baby, here they have the lights.
A man asked about you today He said "and your lover?" I told him you were long gone, Feared the exposure of city lights New York doesn't love me like you do I said "my lover is a runaway fugitive" Anything but the truth.
[my lungs are like broken mirrors, reflecting my air into my stomach, while each breath is like choking down shards of glass. every time i swallow, they cut and scrape my esophagus so that i am gagging on my own metallic pools of blood.]
A single point in time A new body Insignificant and important Another cry Another pair of eyes A child Stumbling Blindly Toward ** Toward Blindly Stumbling An adult Another pair of eyes Another cry Insignificant and important A seasoned body A single point in time