this city has been under my possession
since you left, since you
kicked up your dust
& flew.
since you left, since you
kicked up your dust
& flew.
every traffic light & column,
from the beaches to the top of the hill,
all the skylines & the saturdays
& the sun.
i fought for these streets
with my stubborness,
my silence.
...
time is still the measure of my tactics.