23rd floor view

the rain up here arcs like perpetual crying

against the windowpane

& my stomach rumbles for more food &

        i’m thinking,

where do i find that thing that thing that

where do i keep that thing that keeps me

whole

some buildings have trees on them—

do you want an example of money? there

it is, the tree growing out of the 15th floor

                & i’m dreaming

gliding my hand up the bare thigh of a lover

up her skirt on a road trip to the mountains

& that safety

t        that love

                that you wear like a backpack

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