We built this city

Alex Stolis






We built this city



I stopped listening the day Jefferson Airplane became Jefferson Starship. What arrogance.
What conceit. There is no fire. Only ash and scorched remains. We lean into the wall.
My hands in your back pockets. You say you have no tears, no time to let out your breath.
I touch the broken button on your blouse. Shift my leg between yours. Sand and gravel.
Brick and mortar. We are dust and bones. We reassemble ourselves from flint, tinder.