I’d like to be a shadow,
just that shapely outer beauty
made of darkness draped in reflections and light,
adding definition to the scene.
I’d live on the sunny side of the street,
reclining blamelessly on the ground
while humans chug coffee and hail taxicabs through grinding teeth.
I’d imitate their madness with delight.
Scars mean nothing to this shadow girl
and garbage hides beneath her on the ground.
She has no past, no tense, no tension headache,
no smiles to fake, no face to face.