We build them and we break them,
we climb them and we paint them—
and yet it seems unclear:
Which of these walls are real and which are
illusions in far bright corners of our minds?
NYC: You are wild, frenetic, spontaneous;
always surprising and challenging.
Those panic attacks I have when we’re together?
I feel better when I remember to look up.
I want to be the buckle on my shoe
or a yellow mum in the vase by the table.
I want to melt into one of the stripes on foreign
fabric and live happily surrounded by the other
woven colors without a care in the world.