atlanta - Yolkhead

[I] and it occurred to the city that they were unhappy so she gathered them up in her blankets in the rain it was steaming, and out of the gutters they came smiling, grey haired, in the mist [II] and it occurred to the city that her thoughts were the people so she thought of the songs that a bride hums in silence on the night of her wedding to half distant eyes and it hurts there pushing down in the track marks again what was wed? she has asked what was given or taken? in the city she dreams brother's old tawny hair [III] and it occurred to the city that what they were missing was what they hoped her to be on the nights when they called out her name [IV] and it occurred to the city that they were unhappy so she gathered her blankets but the houses said no we are happy can't you see and in the rain it was steaming, the hopeless of gutters still smiling, grey haired, as it sealed off each face [V] and it occurred to the city that once she had loved them weeping paint off old stucco as thoughts die, and leave not even pain [VI] One would pass a cigarette to another. A coffee. One would try to remember what came before. One would join and leave. One would laugh. None would know how long. [VII] and it occurred to the city that what she was losing was her mind so she placed it in rain and the names hit the tin on the roof of the porch where he heard and remembered again [VII] and it occurred to the city that what she was losing was her mind so she placed it in rain and the names hit the tin on the roof of the porch where he heard and remembered again