I watched the city wake up this morning.
Shaking its legs like a new born calf;
A little wobbly/
A little cold/
A little wet.
And the sun glinted coolly and
glanced off the corners of
glassy buildings that
splinter and refract that
same cold light which
caught my eyes just now.
In retrospect it feels like the whole thing
was an elaborate alarm system,
A smoke signal made of crystal dust,
telling me to steel myself
for bad news.
What is the cost of one eye?
10 years of life?
Would a hand then be
15 years?
A section of skin - 2 years?
A breast, a ball, an ankle ...
Where is the divine catalogue
to name for me the price?
I am a patron in this disposable,
buyable world and I demand
to speak to the manager ... n o w .
And so, as I ascend the shallow stairs,
with a refreshed sting of awakeness,
I smile and curse alternately
as my foot hits each step
and bleed anger
into the ground
through my soles.
smile
curse
smile
curse
smile
curse
smile
