veins and
brain cells.
I was high.
I ran through
the alley,
inconsolable,
turned down
the sidewalk,
invincible,
five minutes
later,
I was scared.
Night Had Hung
a sultry, black curtain,
sequined gold.
It would have been
quite beautiful in another part of town.
But here, cars
cruised slowly,
checking out the
tightly knit groups
crowding sidewalks
and doorways.
Here,
color
was everything,
skin color,
hair color,
the color of
your jacket.