he will speak
to
the sea of us.
without reaching
the high notes.

apologizing
for breakout musicals
while
the floor shakes
from the collective energy
and
memory.


the bowery ballroom transforms
into brownies.
wetlands.
abc no rio.
and all of the places
you left your soul.

over a decade ago.



alone in a crowd.


one should always
be in love
when seeing
their
favorite band.

i wish you were there.