It Would Sound Like a Dream
The city tells me I’m alive so I’m alive
I press my lips against its walls bless me I’m drunk
on all its promises & everything I’ve wanted the city opens up
its fist & lets me see the view is all American
fig. 1: what can I have fig. 2: what will it cost me
I’m filthy with desire says the city I’m unfit & rich
with liberty I tug my tether the skyline gleams
the windows glow their little mysteries & a mirage
I fumble toward I breathe it in
my feet stick to the street what if I might float
from the rooftops in the city’s arms & all these eyes on me
don’t be sorry whatever I may be today I’ll be
alive & nothing hurts the city holds me
Directed by Matthew Thompson.
“It Would Sound Like a Dream” by Camille Rankine. First published in 92Y's #wordswelivein. Reproduced with permission of the author.