day 21: to the composer or the cinematographer (i wanna wanna)

It calls for my bones, and they buzz and hum

I wanna wanna
Go light-stepping through Prospect Park
Go combat-lite-stomping through Flatbrush and Lefferts

I wanna wanna
Go guise-floating through Williamsburg
And shadow-hopping through Bed-Stuy
Bushwick's got my explorer's number

Letsee ummm
Letsgo uptown
Gimme the Hudson so I can do my makeup
Cloudy gray slut smokey eyes
to take on Manhattan
Cloudy thoughtful bare eyes
before landing on the Dumbo side of the bridge again

I wanchyu
on a nice hardwood floor with exposed brick
but maybe put a nice area rug there first
Maybe we can wait for the trees
to filter in the late May light
and I'll put Alligator on
we'll fuck to 'Karen' but make love to 'Geese of Beverly Road'

I wanna wanna
find Sufjan Stevens and stare into his window
until he calls the cops or lets me be his friend
Or would that be too much?

Let's beat our soles into the pavement
Let's beat the pavement into our soles
Let's wear the pavement on our feet
and the streets in our souls

I feel like we'd get lost in Central Park but
letsgetit
Letsget lost in there anyway
No one will find us for days
and when they do...well, what would they find?

Show me all the places you know
Show me all the haunts you ghost
Play me a song

Take me
(there)

-Dana Winter