What do you want me to do for you?
Interrupt the sky with skyscrapers
Cast tall shadows over the sidewalks,
hide the clouds behind steel towers.
The sky is too open and free.
Haunting in its expanse.
Paint my lips in red,
brighten them to match my shoes,
small pops of subway couture
and Lower East Side stench
on August nights.
Make my words mean something,
the way words are meant to do--
May they touch your heart
as deeply as
May they speak as eloquently
May they become true
as they are spoken.