You—watching,
I see you, blossom eyed
eating me, not knowing it.
O why?
It’s her—but you
don’t know that,
you don’t know
Columbus, her in
my Columbus.
But I can’t call
her mine—neither
you, or Columbus.
It is ours!
Our travel—
are you tired?
Cold throated,
nervous Columbus
running from
daylight and cops,
eaten by floral
patterns on couches.
Columbus
Columbus
Columbus.
How much can
you know—about
Columbus?
Her Columbus
that I want,
want, want—
O Columbus
come close.
Hers is too far.
I want nudely,
Can we dance—
flatfoot?
