Between immense bricks
someone’s applause from an upstairs
reminds me of a face
in a grocery store,
the name I wrote
on the back of a receipt
The parking meters stick out
their expired tongues
a frosted pick-up purrs
in its iridescent fume
catching up with its other
ghost of meaning
In the blink of intersections
I look deep into mirrors,
my breath leaning
on their numbered frames
in search of a door
the rim of a cobbled face
