K in P (plus one) | Kimberly Lyons


A city in its century

and partial decade delineated

a vocabulary.

I go inside it,

fall asleep for just an instant,

and see fireflies.

Why does memory

in the stationary aqua and green

passage make my solar plexus hurt.

An ignition flickering

inside the door to the right.

Avenue X is the last stop

all passengers must leave.