#3of52

Week 3: I'm now on schedule, and apparently still really into fairy lights. After this I should begin posting on Sundays (she says, fingers crossed)! This week's poem is built from some lines I jotted down several months ago.

A Night on the Town

i. once I had personhood I was whole, but composite many subway systems knotted together under the earth of my skin, running trains day and night without end, without end the bellows of my heart and lungs the firing of my neurons – ceaseless power to grind on I looked up and out, out of my personhood looked at nothing, looked at the connections between us and something felt a falling apart for falling together 

ii. I dissolve into molecules – so I drift up and out, to moonbeams, over the city, sliding along the windows of high rise apartments, catching glimpses – penthouse affairs, feeling the grit of life and the granite of the building façade catching on my scattered pieces