i know i have of you left three hundred and sixty five
odd days and nights in this city to retrace my steps
here where my body has been watered and the hot sun
long has folded up inside of me
and other things too such as the traffic which always
frustrated you and the death toll which is rising and the
number of deaths i could have had hit by a blue hyundai or
a shabby toyota pick up truck
i am as at heart with this city as the orange men collecting
its grime and language that pounds its way into consciousness
i inhabit this city as loved furniture in an old home, a chair
moved from one room to another restless and returned
with every new season.
i inhabit this city as those things broken. toilet bowls and
transformers toys. inconsequential and severe.
odd days and nights in this city to retrace my steps
here where my body has been watered and the hot sun
long has folded up inside of me
and other things too such as the traffic which always
frustrated you and the death toll which is rising and the
number of deaths i could have had hit by a blue hyundai or
a shabby toyota pick up truck
i am as at heart with this city as the orange men collecting
its grime and language that pounds its way into consciousness
i inhabit this city as loved furniture in an old home, a chair
moved from one room to another restless and returned
with every new season.
i inhabit this city as those things broken. toilet bowls and
transformers toys. inconsequential and severe.
This is an ode to a place and this is done in a very clever way. You might be like furniture to an old home to the city, but you won't lose your meaning when leaving the city, like old furniture does leaving its only home. Maybe this is a way to express the fear of leaving something behind, or a way to avoid looking at what's to come. Or simple honesty.
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