Today is Monday. And
I was born two days ago. I want to apologize but what for?
This strange betrayal
This lightness of being; the weight of my wet towel heart wrung over a city I thought would save me. April showers
in San Francisco
The weight of you, gone.
Now cavity exposed I float down sidewalks we used to roam, young and hungry and wild; my sternum, the bottoms of my feet my indoor palms white and skyward -
Hovering supine, the magician's assistant, human satellite weaving streets and alleys of SoMA, Telegraph Hill, Chinatown: maneuvering tourists and tech workers magnetized by sun and blue blue sky -
I'm turning corners, skipping cracks
I don't think I miss you anymore
I've married the sun and the sidewalk.
I'm told this place can change a girl -