Suddenly it, and everything with it
swings
and you ache so ferociously to live they’ll have
to pry you away from your own skin, when
you choreograph the intersections, shout
greetings to the stoplights, imagine you’re
changing the landscape, the
Language
JOY!
But then the wailing, leering
lights, a stand of white coats,
usher me into their flashing
van, their language I refuse,
because their questions are in
code
You mean in French
I mean in shame
