a city of solitudes
On the most open nights the moon closes its eyelashes to dream of you.
soft shutters on new months and leap years.
The loneliness makes its way with weapons
burning into my shallow skin.
My flesh is not profound enough
for your philosophies.
I crawl into my chocolate shell, a candy center.
I wait for trains that don’t exist.
I smile at strangers and pretend that means something
as I realize: I moved to a city
— written in new york city, february 22nd, 2012, 8 days after moving to nyc at the age of 21 after graduating university early
# poetry # Bon hiver