Let’s rewire the map:
you are my city cleansed in flames.
Every mean street is scored in orange
and escaping at last the crimes of its name.
As borders untangle and we come together
I sing the snapping of skyscrapers
writ in the rise and fall of your lips,
and, closed in their shining wave of mauve,
I forget the plastic face
of every neighbor, friend, and leader,
their weighty language
with its faceless cabled sneer––
It was meant to melt to a river of color
and rush over the immeasurable tenderness
of your hands suturing the earth like roots.
From the city’s shards you fit the sky with an arch,
a new continuity. I stand in its pale shadow
until you extend your hand to me––
your arm is a bridge splitting time in two––
and I step through.