May 11
the city held me in her arms
and told me not to look—
close your eyes,
she whispered,
don’t let your silence
spill into the streets.
let the birds sing,
let the lovers live
and dance.
there is no need here
for someone like you,
with your night
and broken bones,
your silence that grows
roots.
go quietly,
let the light pass you by—
we are a place of the living,
and you are made
of yesterday.
