The City
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 wave me Gasping in her streets From Letras Mania