The City - Palehound

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 wave me

Gasping in her streets