I am close enough
to the city
it is shelves
of light
it falls off
like a noose
I make a drawing
of the noose
it falls
as though
I am a ledge
I draw
the ledge
it falls like guilt
cold,
shining
if I draw
the buildings fill
with rivers, trees
birds
I beg to plow
open the mouth
of guilt
soil and creatures
spilling out
