traveling, underground, getting here getting there
on the rails
urban noise and dust and grime
rolling, rattling, buzzing, phone yammering
footsteps and concrete
out of my clothes in front of their eyes
chilly and hot
tired and feisty
my skin, my muscle, my hair . . . mussed
I tossed it
and pulled it
and flipped it
yeah, watch this! Take that, darlings . . .
thinking, eyeballing . . . I’m telling you something
showing you something
don’t you see?
later . . .
the man in my life. young. strong.
kisses my collarbone
sensations and premonitions and vibey vibes
days of riddles and surges and fears and thrills
I want fruit
“Claudia” by Jordan Mejias. February 2010: