I was fascinated with the city. It’s sweet mornings and savage nights.
The thought of it.. the smell of it:
warms my throat like Ginger Peach tea,
shrinks my hair like an afternoon shower.
It drives me crazy. Tea Cake on the moon.
I taste the city often. At first when I was alone.
Now.. everywhere. On the sidewalk, at the mailbox, the garbage.
I will get to the city.. I will feel her again.