Anxious being
lost. Pockets
a pit. I am
unable to unlock
the city’s doors,
its construction-heavy
streets, under girders.
I stare past bluegray
grids to the stars. I know
nothing of architecture
but windows and doors–
what is clear enough
to see through.
My stack of days
is a tall building
leading to where
I have yet to go.

(originally published in Corvus Review, Summer 2023)