ode (messy thoughts draft)

i.

this jagged skyline does not cut my ribs
i love it and i see it painted across the skyline
and i think this is mine
holy shit this is all mine
and i will tell you all the train stops from
A to Z baby I will whisper in
your ear the names of neighborhoods
as they whisk by--bushwick,
williamsburg, look out for pickle
riding hipsters, bay ridge, where
once i saw a snowman get his
face hit in by a baseball bat,
downtown brooklyn, and you thought
that times square had a good view, this
water shimmers like the darkest silk
against my thigh---

i will weave bridges in my hair, grey and red
like a barette, loop the manhattan blue
around a ponytail just before I curve around
and let the staten island ferry scratch my
back, my knee on governor's island, my
eyes on the shore peering deep within, let the taxi smoke
waft upwards, come and coat me in smog sin---

ii.

i will take you on the subway, from the first car
to the last, show you people that i might know from my future
from my past, i can't wait to sit on blue seats and jam
headphones in my ear, watch the lady stand alone
as the sun slowly disappears

let me show you all my city
from the lobby to the tip
i will show you jagged skylines
not as bright as my face lit

for whenever i am back here
when i see the buildings tall
i can feel it in my stomach
how in love with this i fall.

i can feel it in my stomach
i will give away it all.