Monthly Archives: August 2011

And, then, I was back on a street, Walking now, walking all the way Uptown, all those blocks up, All the way uptown.

He was saying how, how it was An advertising company, how He knew someone, someone Who worked there, how it was Empty, but how, how it had A telephone I could use.

But he was pointing, this man, Up to a building, to the second Floor of a building, there, across The street.

And I don’t remember, remember If I said it out loud, how I wanted to, Wanted to tell them, my parents, Tell them I am still alive.

He picked me up, his hands and fingers Under my armpits, heaved me up into A standing position, asking me, what, And what is your name, telling me, Telling me how I was fine, how I was Still fine.

So I ran faster.