dreams

sheer sheets falling 13 stories and
never hitting the ground
I walk barefoot in my concrete jungle
no backyards
only rooftops
sometimes I call strangers friends
if their hands are strong enough
the soot on my soles makes me dirty
souls are sheets falling 13 stories
never hitting the ground
when wind whips wisps
and rain coats coats
in silver sheets
and slick black oil wells
I imagine birds drowning
when they only wanted dark water
to rest in
I am floating in a white
that the water makes pink
flesh and dark secrets
tell their stories
when the water is cold enough
sheets fall 13 stories
through concrete jungles
lead me to old wooden tables
and down south cooking
bare feet on thick panes
and collard greens to go with
my fried chicken fingers
lick the grease and wipe
my mouth with mama's favorite
kerchief
this soul finds no rest in remaining
throw me from the 13th step
worn to the shape of my running
I will float down past the ceiling
and buildings and rest on
dark waters
secrets meant for keeping
but cold tells the truth