sometimes i think of leaving, brooklyn, of venturing out and walking on the sidewalks lining your blacktop veins, of jumping off of high-rise buildings just to test the wind, to see if it catches me before i land like a spit wad on somebody's head and we both explode with an aluminum thud on the roof of an angry taxi.
sometimes i think i'd like to try you out, brooklyn, to feel far away from everything familiar. not to feel independent and rebellious, but to feel alive, to feel awake. and also maybe a little rebellious. i've always been the good one and i think i'd like adventure.
sometimes i think of you, brooklyn, but not always. more lately and i'm not sure why. i think i'd like to get a taste of your strength, but i fear you'd eat me in one ferocious bite. i fear i'd be living out the rest of somebody else's life, and then someone else would maybe live out mine and feel the same uncertainty.
sometimes i think i think too much, that i don't listen as much as i hear. my head often wobbles on my neck and once i looked down at my feet and felt it start to slip off so i jerked myself up and felt dizzy and things have been swimmy since.
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