a plea to god

The city was beautiful  

and wanted me too—  

me to fall in love with it.  

So please soften me  

so I can slip life on  

 

like a leather jacket.  

Crack open my chest  

as you would a bug  

underfoot and eat  

all the spots of tar  

on my heart. Remember  

 

who I am, but first  

who I could become.  

Open me up so you  

can rebuild me again—

So that even I may be

ready for the city someday.