The pavement sings its song at midnight
hushed and silent under the streetlamps,
cold humidity lingers like a familiar perfume
that leaves your head turned in the hallway.
I burnt my fingertips on cheap Bic lighters
trying to spark the bad habit I’d never take to,
sucking something sweet in the October breeze.
What am I giving this up for, anyway?
Now I walk on tuneless streets,
now I flounder in air void of sugar.
Fear and hunger wind down my bones,
tighten my knees and stiffen my elbows.
I danced with embers and liquored kisses,
moving heavy with fire and untempered life.
Craving that flurry like water I wither.
Just out of reach, the cup overflows.