The City

On a night like this –
sidewalks, slippery with saliva
windows, projecting empty silhouettes on
walls, slicing up round corners of the moon

(the full moon, the old moon,
whose colors and taste
I am yet to forget)

On a night like this –
I steer my watery body across the city
embracing every street as my own long lost river
burying bridges inside the crevices of my navel

On a night like this –
I hear the shrill cry of the city
sharp buildings penetrating its purest sky
hissing underground lizards ripping its womb

On a night like this –
the city is a blue whale with a torn mouth
its tasteless tongue, a warm bed
where I steadily rock myself to oblivion

On a night like this –
the city is my brother, my sister, my mother
licking the tears off my face while I mourn
every monthly tragedy of my unborn children