In the place where I used to sit
I looked out at an office and a hotel.
Sometimes the curtains would open abruptly
And there'd be kids jumping up and down
On a bed. Now I sit with my back
To the avenue. Boxy buildings ascend
Step-fashion up to the top of my window.
Rain cross hatches the heat release
From the lipstick building. I'm not
Where I need and want to be.