They sit with legs spread,
like an invitation. No, no --
more like a summons.
A notice to appear.
It's a dizzying display, like when I was five
and I got vertigo at the Ann & Hope.
The checkered floor shifted
and slid. The ceiling collapsed.
This is why I have to hold onto:
arms/parking meters/mailboxes
when looking at tall buildings.
Look, I'm telling you, I must sneak glances.
Sipping through a straw
so I don't fall down.
But hark! There is a remedy.
Smaller buildings, or some goddamn pants.
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