If I were a girlMy name would be scarlet
Like the letter “A”
on Hester Prynne’s chest
Or Ms.Johansson
drifting around Tokyo
Bill Murray-less
Or that red dress
dancing amidst
Spielberg’s black and white ghetto
You should know,
we were lost, once
in translation and sight
Patched sentences
on each other’s pants
and foreheads and hearts
and we’ve scurried
from our own gestapo
Now naked, transparent umbrellas
we let rain hit on our backs
like whiplashes
Flowing, thin yarns
of ghosts in two cities.
When you come back-
I want that whisper in my ear,
like whiplashes
Flowing, thin yarns
of ghosts in two cities.
When you come back-
I want that whisper in my ear,
unintelligible to everything else but us,
even to the devil.
