Tripping the City

i wrote that
(about falling on the icy ground)
after attempting to write of you again,

its been so long since i tried
to write of you;
so long since i have cared to see you
to know that you were there.

you are far away, and i smell of ginger,
or of china, town, china, of the boots
i bought while i wondered
where in this city you reside.
while i wandered this city wondering where
you might have subsided.

where you might have formed your thoughts
or formed a thought that strawberry
thoughts were beautiful.

you're always disappearing
and reappearing here across my head,
across my forehead, across my swollen hands
dancing in the boots i find trying not
to think of you.

the pearls i find, trying not to think of you,
the stares i find
trying not to wonder where
in this city you might have wandered,
might have come out so close to
where i'm trying not to find you.