Palehound
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