she sings on the way up the stairs-
behind us is a beach, with anarchists
and a statue of a man in the sea (he
looks so real from the ferry boat.)
our bikes are waiting at the top,
where we can see buildings that look
like boats, foggy ports, and a bridge
far away. children are playing in
the sand and she says “close your
eyes to see what is yours.” our bikes-
no, her bikes- are spooning, looking
so cute for hunks of metal and rust.
she sings “you don’t know anythin’
’bout me” and it wiggles in my ear too.
i don’t even know the original song.
