Finding our way at night

Remember Byrdcliffe?

There are raccoons, raccoons in the dressing rooms

(On the way I panicked, nearly crashed a car

I never drive anymore

Once there I calmed down and

I never do that anymore, either)

all the wood sweats and smells like something that is like something

and all the asphalt is soft and safe to change

and all of us go out to begin a task and end in a crouch

down low whispering laying down laughing

I don't know how to describe it.

People look older and some of us forget how to walk in the dark

pick pick and stay upright, stay upright

we forget; others seem to sacrifice by having but pick pick

they stay upright, pick pick, we stay upright

blue stone shifts uneasily and my ankles are the weakest

part, which comforts me.