Patterns

I am part of a whole world that you will never know. 

Of artist gems and basement shows, of I don't know if you knows,

of Chinese food after school, swum conversations at the Red Hook pool,

of kisses on the grey seats, and silent snow on once loud streets,

of people mouthing my own lyrics back at me, of classmates who will surely be

judges, lawyers, politicians, jerks, wealthier than they deserve, poor and broke and so artsy,

of bridges that belong to me. Oh I am the intersection of worlds,

a spiders web of everything I've ever known. 

People who have touched my cheek, others who have known me,

All the contradictions that grow inside of me, and make me me, and make me me,

a combination of everything.