1.15.17

Gatsby had
the green light.

i had the lights
all down bourbon street.
i had the howls
of passersby and the
blare of bar music.
i had the sweet
autumn air and
the cobblestone under
my boot heels,
so that for a few
beautiful nights
i lived in the past,
present,
and future.
for a few
sacred days
i transcended my own soul,
poured my guts into
a storm drain on the corner
of Chartres and
ground my bones
into fine powder for the sake
of the city.

i sang without saying
a word.
i danced without
moving.