There isn't enough space in this city.

[milo]

In a large town I found
a girl who couldn't learn 
the days of the week. She
would not bother to keep 
a journal, or a straight thought.

In the summer her feet
would burn picking up mail,
hopping through steps with 
her back turned to me. Up
my shoes she'd climb--into

and up my shoes, I flicked
her lips, folding neatly over 
my inflamed beak, I think.

In a large town I found
a girl whose dance was a 
practiced seizure. Through glass
I saw her jerk, and through 
wall I wanted to lurk

into her skin. Up her
smile. Alone in her thoughts.

pretty good.