take a pee
sleep
wishing day break speedy.
Walk the ancient hallways
European old New Orleans.
Kids in smudgy faces
wound with grins
politely let you pass.
You need the door
but doors are blocked or locked
or leading down to rail-less stairs
you ask the office workers
and the dean of hope
the pale clerk in rimmed glasses
people nudge you
one by one.
Women speak from beards and heavy braids.
Their skin is earth.
They parley Boston and New Amsterdam
the street is only motion
yeast arising
termites hatching
rubies boiling
workers oozing royal jelly
to their future queen.
You find your music store
pour it in glass bottles
which you leave behind.
Language in a vacuum.
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