Crosswalk Jetskis

I want streets to be paved with water,


Viscous corn-starched asphalt,


I want to ride a jetski around my neighborhood,

Driving through the pavement, not on it.

I want the road to bounce up and down.


I want to swim through toothpaste roads,

Each road a different taste.

Mint Crest Avenue and Colgate Fresh Strip Parkway.


I want the crosswalks to stamped into the ground,

Buoys that bob along the not-solid-liquid.

Cross walks, floating nothings, until they’re crossed


I want to dance on a melted street with Weebo,

Flub, flan, flib – kicking up a storm.

Playing soccer on islands we built with our toes,

Little green balls bouncing between skyscrapers and crashing through windows.


I want to jump from the fourth story of my apartment building,

Swan dive into Main Street,

A floating pile of caramel,

Feel it solidify around me,

Forced to eat my way out.


I want dump truck after dump truck to pour tonne after tonne,

Little plastic balls bouncing their way down into the city center,

Turning downtown into a ball pit.

I want 300,000 people to turn out,

Swim out.

300,000 people feeling their way through the shoals

of our make-believe Chuck E. Cheese


I want to smack the liquid ground,

Skip a rock from oobleck to oobleck

Bouncing and rolling on the not-so-liquid-pavement.


I want to run full sprint down my street,


Just to see,

if I can be fast enough to watch my footprints disappear into the ground.

Breathe – One Step, Two Step.

Breathe. one. Breathe two. Smile. three. Wave. four. Breathe. one.

The echo of footsteps thump into the air. two. Rhythmic reverberations resounding throughout the twilight. three. Doppelgangers pass each other, brief reminders of a world outside. four. Their paths intersecting again, and again. one. Same time, same place, mirrored paces. two.

Breathe. three. Breathe. four. Nod. one. Don’t lag. two. Breathe. three. Breathe. four.

The only sound breaking through the trance; Laura Jane’s voice screaming in my ear. one. Oceans swirl past my feet. two. I run past the Magical Mile, through Lake Shore Drive. three. No more troubled sleep. Four.

The sun has long nestled itself away beyond the hills. one. I watch as Atet floats on ripples of a still lake. two. Chang’e ghostly silhouette dances with the stars. three. A single bird’s screech cuts through the thumping. four.

Breathe. one. My shins are cramping, aching. two. My breath is as ragged as my steps. three. My double is gone, vanished with the sun. four. One more lap. one.  Smile. Two. Anger propels my feet forward. three. My body has morphed into rhythm. four. Up. one. Down. two. Left. three. Right . four.

I flag. I slump. A scream splits the moment. Feral. Hoarse. There’s no answer. one. Another scream. two. My breathe comes in gulps. three. Gasping I lurch forward. one.  I’M in ConTrol. TWO. im IN control. thREE. iM In cONtrOL. four.

My feet, my rhythm, grind to a staggered stop. one. I stare into the river, its black velvet pouring over, under, and around the polka-dotted rocks. two. My reflection looks back at me, warped by the water – by the whiskey – by heaving of my chest. three.

An explosion of water illuminates the night. two. A fount of mist mixes with the sweat dripping off my face. one. My reflection ripples and disappears. three. My feet join it. one. My chest. four. My neck. two. My eyes. three.

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My face breaks the water. one. A wounded howl on my lips. two. Sloshing, dripping, I fumble my way back to shore. three. Sloshing, ragged, uneven, jagged the steps come. four.

Damp pavement follows me. one. I turn off the path, back towards the sparkling lights of my neighborhood. two. I’m in control. three. Squish, Squish. four. I’m in control.