among
walking the streets of bangkok,
and tokyo, finding a soft bed&warm food
on the steps of rome,
dance around america.
she just stopped there
her sorrow changed to shame
for she had lit these streets:
for she had dreamt these dreams:
hear my heart? its breaking,
right here. right now.
she fled the scene with a whisper
saying, disgustedly,
next time, i’ll bring my friends.
they’ve gotta see this.