concrete city

there is no such thing as the forest.
you told me you wrote your name inside
one of these nests of bones. the houses awaken 
& spit boys into the darkness. you said 
you made a fire here. said you took off your face
& ran headless from building to building.
all around, the trees try to sing without legs.
birds with human teeth chattering in the coming cold.
i ask to be encircled by water fountain.
grow a beak & follow a knot of frolickers 
into their dens. what i wanted was for you to tell me,
"i was always a good person." what a jupiter for me to want.