like blood in vein
the city streets hum far below

she licks her lips
they taste like FORTY-PERCENT-OFF! and fine dust
comfort in the familiar grit
pavement on her tongue

she is looking for broken constellations in
windows and headlights
the aching blues of the exhaust fumes she breathes as
she steps closer
toes curled
over the edge of the building
over the edge of the world

she could fall
she might fly