Seattle

You know how Seattle makes me feel.

I told you on one of our nights

When we were sad listening to the oud

in The Astounding Eyes of Rita

Seattle wrangles my heart.

And as time goes by

My darkness for Seattle grows

Like a whisper loudening quietly,

And I feel so terrified at my capacities

Of holding helplessness in my bones

I may explode one day and show you
my rickety skeleton.