23rd floor view

the rain up here arcs like perpetual crying

against the windowpane

& my stomach rumbles for more food &

        i’m thinking,

where do i find that thing that thing that

where do i keep that thing that keeps me


some buildings have trees on them—

do you want an example of money? there

it is, the tree growing out of the 15th floor

                & i’m dreaming

gliding my hand up the bare thigh of a lover

up her skirt on a road trip to the mountains

& that safety

t        that love

                that you wear like a backpack