The City

My body grows My city shrinks I feel her hands around my waist Not like we're dancing Like she's pushing me away My shoulders back My stomach in I rub my sweat into her skin It makes her glow but not enough To keep me in I ride the buses, take the trains I squeeze my figure through her veins I am congestion I'm the blood clot in her leg In movie theaters, public parks In delis, markets, coffee shops Her organs fold and leave me Gasping in her streets.