My body is a connect-the-dot
I draw lines with melting crayons
in a childlike need to see a bigger picture of who I am.
I've been spending most nights staring at my own sliver of sky
between the arches of Columbia University
and the rising smoke of a million cigarettes.
Three things I'm scared of:
"We only have 10 days left here."
"We are out of coffee."
and that all of life, is merely a goodbye.
