brooklyn
been a minute. but i’m back on it now. promise.
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sidewalk heat, berms filled with daffodils a no-noise beat knocks in my mind crazy to think you knew me when the mere sight of me could drive me cold now curves and summer skin occupy my mind the three colors of the traffic lights the ten thousand things of a brooklyn block why I wish to say so to you I do not know but I’ve learned the meaning of beings I’ve learned the shape of a good-enough space I’ve taken my cues from above from below if this is a sign it’s an unreadable sign a sign that designates itself if this is a summer it’s not yet a summer and yet I’ll still shed shirt in worship my body aches to be more than itself it’s learned so well to grow my mind has remembered to be less than the mind it’s forgotten how to be king now if my feet could walk and my mouth could speak the ten thousand things might dance I might dance with them too