for jordan on a city sidewalk
April 17th, 2019
if I think of the few times
on a lake
bouncing & savoring
whiffs of gasoline
while fans of crystalline kisses
shower the passage,
I can confirm the soft life—
the giving expanses—
are not where
I belong
but if I pound my feet onto
my rush forward, my bones
will be so sore from the city
cement
where ever I end up
feels like home