i dream of the city: big flashing lights, skyscraping wonders. 

the stars not lit here, nothing to guide me home. 

do you get lost often? when your feet hit the concrete, where do you run? where do you go?

i wonder about the places that have hurt you. that have made you. 

where your hair was different. where you go to take a deep breath. to be still. 

what happens to your lungs when you run? 

i think so often when i think of you. 

and let’s be fair, i do not stop it. nor do i want to. nor would i ever. 

on the contrary, i beg this life to let me think of you more. harder, better. 

i want to know so much about you, want to know everything.

take over my body, will you? 

let my lungs give out. let my head hurt from your name. 

let everything shut down, and let you be what’s left of me. 

am i making sense? it’s late here. 

are you sleeping? are you dreaming? do you dream of me? i dream of you. too often. all the time. 

last summer, you were driving me to dinner. you kissed me at a red light. 

today, i almost woke with your taste in my mouth. 

i imagine you here. i do so much of it, i grow delirious. 

what sounds you make in the night. what sounds you make.