Not Literally, Of Course

Now I’m screaming

obscenities off the roof.

I stand alone

atop the Murchison building.

The city skyline

keeps the night sky bright.

I’m looking for magic

in one constellation,

though I can’t seem to find her.

Maybe I am too early

or too late, rather-

that seems about right.

I find some comfort,

comic relief,

that no one ever sees me

atop the Murchison building.

alone, screaming, never the right moment-

it’s not what I want people to see.

I wanted you to meet me here,

to yell,

burn the world around us,

see me for what I am.

Instead, I howl alone,

cursing the day I saw magic,

felt it myself.