From everything leading to a perfect
god given moment of looking down on
this city I cannot bear to love but
I cannot bear to leave, god, we spend
the night drinking tea and coffee,
coffee and tea, until we decide where
to have breakfast, and they will promise
me everything under the sun, even the
sun itself. So we take off, chasing her,
while she eludes us through buildings and
one way streets but nothing matters here
anyway, we drive past cemetaries where
people have made their homes, and
dogs that have claws like lions he
tells me they are good dogs, but they
will never leave you alone; like egyptians,
I think. And when we find her I stop,
for the first time in months and think
maybe I was wrong; they promised me
everything, I need to just open my eyes
and see what is in front of me.