Though most of the time she ignores it,
the city comes at night offering itself
in the abstract, the way you might have imagined
New York for a musical comedy star: a fixture moon,
a corner uptown where dreams stay and radiate.
It is almost night. Sh [...]
So you woke up holding it—
the aura of possession
which surrounds a single thought.
a halo, an obsession.
You couldn't comb your hair
without turning to stone. You were imagining it
even under the plumbing: water steaming up