Dragon Pending
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 rainMy lungs
have been stored in an unaired locker
for too longMy muscles haven't been
anywhereMy body is become
pavementSomewhere
very
very
very
far inside
a dragon curlsSomeday
she'll rise