wrist to the sky

my tongue is grand central station, when what it needs is to be a jellyfish on the bottom of the atlantic.  there is too much to say and no way to get there.  my spine is clacking like a cable car up san francisco hills with the sobs that wrack this frame, eyes like a busted fire hydrant in the summer heat, when barefoot kids need some way to cool off and water is the most fun.  you are a building falling in slow motion.  i want to catch you, but i am just a person.  you are too much to hold.  i can feel the city buzzing.  it feels like the inside of my stomach.  all those people, all that pain and love.  i wish i could make it better for them.  and for you too.