Random faces on the street―
one could be yours.
I shut my eyes, count to a thousand.
Voices within earshot take me to sleep.
The door is unlocked.
Windows near the fire escape open
just enough―not from
forgetfulness,
but for a drawbridge.
A welcome note waits in the hall,
a second in the kitchen―
short sentences made to measure,
emphasis on the penultimate.
The words work overtime,
call your name above the city―
come a great distance
to find you.
