Fly Through
Watched him hike higher
Till he was no longer
Lagged behind, my laces untied
Took pictures of the ground
Now he's in the news
I won’t bike while I’m in the city
But I drive all night
Silhouettes on the dotted line
The mesa
On the lighter that he left
In my room
Orange to blue
I imagined
Climbing way up to the top
Lying out, spreading out
Never falling off
Like a hunk of clay
Formed and set and ready to break
I'd rather bе
Dirt
It was a mistake
Momentary dip in imagining
Foot on the brеak
It's hard to breathe
That's how I know I'm awake
It’s two
Here in my leaky room
Screenless window
I let the moths
Fly through
Flick on the lamp
And watch the shadows bloom
When I move
They move