You lean in to kiss me.

You jump off buildings.

You drag through streets

Drunk, holding a python,

Chewing holes in cheek.

His name means happy,

But I’ve caught him sewing

Sorrow through his soulless shoes

Into fallow fields of memory

And he looked at me

Straight to the bone.

I told him, if you jump into the void

Take me with you. I miss traveling.

I don’t know where you go

But I can’t stand looking at you,

Trying to see you clearly, naked

And you just aren’t there.

-Zev Gottdiener