Tonight
when the lamp blows shadows into shapes
do not run.
Instead, wish your bones into blades
and meet every eye that roves your skin.
Keep your chest taut and your spine
aligned. The only light the street knows
is your design.
Carry sharp silver into the night.
Chances
unlike gifts between lovers
are not to be held with ease.
It is even a skill
to learn lurking number-plates
quickly, and by heart.
Tonight, know
that you are no one's daughter.
(let your palms hold
their own heat tonight)
Do not run tonight. Instead
gather the sounds at your feet
and let them break the earth.
It is only glass. And you
are the air
you occupy.
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