Caricatures of you and I
stand on the cement
Caricature me threw her head back
and laughed at the little people
scrambling from shop to shop,
to the theater, to Dior,
thinking what they were doing was so damn important.
Caricature you stared down,
opened his mouth and
whispered that we were playing god.
Caricatures wanted to throw themselves over the edge,
swallow the city whole.
I stepped out of my caricature. But you
I watched, horrified,
as Caricature you tumbled down,
No sound. Caricature you just
drifted into the blackness.
I just stumbled away.