Multitudes

[CRNDLSM]

There is a girl down the street,
stepping slowly aside your passing car,
watching the gravel thrown
and the birds that scatter or stare.
She sits down to empty tables
and hides behind hung dresses,
they shiver with each broken
breath. I like how you describe the scene, very mysterious 
 
If police lights catch your eye
will you blink? or think
of your awkward first words or
cultural divides that hide behind
every dollar stretched over continents of grief? What does this have to do with the girl? Will I find out? I think oh my gosh i hope he doesn't pull me over, I don't have time for this, I'm signalling all my turns, my brake light? My brake light?
 
I can’t help you. I'm guessing the girl is you and the 'i' is just pointing the first stanza out to the 'you' to draw attention to how 'you' is perceived
We used to gather every Sunday.
Some would stare at the stained glass
and some would step into the streets
amid passing cars and sidelined eyes.
 
Does it help to ask for whom?Maybe, Good question all the multitudes of lives and reasons out there
 
I reshare numbers that bury me ah 'she' is 'i'
in intersectionality pressed useless.
I sit at my empty table and gulp
down the reams of fear, obligation, guilt
while remembering the light in the fog
of my childhood was a held hand,
with a quiet eye that said you are
welcome here, come back. So now is 'you' the reason by the previous church statements?
 
I sigh and stare.
Where are my feet? or where
are the flashing lights that cut oh yeah what about the police lights? What was that all about?
through galaxies of thought
or minutiae
or malice
to find me
or you
or compassionate and clinical allocation unexpected vocabulary pretty cool
of hands held?
 
It’s no comfort but
physics, maybe
we all know the billions
less than one. I don't think it's physics in relation to everything you've just talked about. I think physics takes away from the piece as a whole, and the pronouns