in an alleyway in allentown
we are overcoming ourselves.
The clouds about to split
like the nerves in our brains
the tiny pill I cut in half
as though that would be
there are (only?) so many stoops, corners and alleys
we can cry in-
so many seconds fending off fear.
In New York and Paris,
Amsterdam phone booths, dad: can you please get me out of here?
Tennessee floors and
the cornfields of Nebraska, open endless sky.
basements in Ohio crowded with our youth,
booths in Chicago bars
as though every place had a podium for our panic.