My body grows
My city shrinks
I feel her hands around my waist
Not like we're dancing
Like she's pushing me away
My shoulders back
My stomach in
I rub my sweat into her skin
It makes her glow but not enough
To keep me in
I ride the buses, take the trains
I squeeze my figure through her veins
I am congestion
I'm the blood clot in her leg
In movie theaters, public parks
In delis, markets, coffee shops
Her organs fold and leave me
Gasping in her streets.
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