I am become
     THEM
The ones I tried to get by on the street
     without seeing
     without touching

     without being touched

Myself
     clinging to the margins of the middle class

Who ever has spare change?

There are too many
     too much
I can't fix it
     don't make me feel it

Now I live it

And it is much simpler now
     it takes so little to help
     what's right in front of you

Which is good
     because I have little
But now I can touch the faceless ones

And I own
the invisible side of the street

My life is a hollow unhallowed

Every street
is Second Avenue between James and Yesler
one-o-clock in the morning
November and not even Thanksgiving
in a long slow rain

My lungs
have been stored in an unaired locker
for too long

My muscles haven't been
anywhere

My body is become
pavement

Somewhere
very
very
very
far inside
a dragon curls

Someday

she'll rise