#unsatiated

Look at me, out here in the 

whirlwind, kicking stones by your 

apartment doorway,

like this washed-down pavement

is a desert and I am a mirage 

of warbling, waving, quickly disappearing,

pooling water.

Look at me 

with unquenchable eyes;

look at me, fifty years from now,

with a face 

cracking like the egg-shell sand,

look at me, twenty-three years from this lucid moment,

like I am a silt water-fountain 

in a neon plaza with empty dykes

in every parched and cobbled street-surface.

I will not let you go

unsatiated.