I am become
a creature of the city
savvy in sharp corners
and fearful smiles.
Late at night I huddle
from oasis
to oasis
of street light
lest I sink
into a puddle of statistics
of rape and battery.
I scurry to the sanctuary
of my locks
and bolts.
Home in the city.
Yanna -
ReplyDeleteThis is fabulous. Do you have more?