Would you like a Milky Way?
I would rather eat glass.
Leave me in a city and watch me wilt
under the eyeballs staring thirty floors
up–opposite my idea of progress.
Blinking their blinds and blaring
out at the orange clouds–they are lost
in a smudged mess. Declining to witness
anything more than the steam leaving
a coffee or a candy bar containing nothing
more than caramel, chocolate, and nougat.