the smog is an unfamiliar song
the air is humid with conversation
the cloud drops the diva
she’s out of tune like an eclipse
the bicycle wheels thunder in shadow
the unstable light stays
the floorboards ask themselves why they’re here
the ceiling just wants to drop dead
the sweat on my shirt hugs me
my shoes are hacked off with being trodden on
my hair just wants to give the water back
my hands are happy to hold a pen
they want to hold more