Walking
home from 89th
it was only
10 p.m.
but there was
power in the
cold
33 degrees
of stronger

red cheeks
and my breath
I can see
myself
for the very
first time
seeking an
answer
in the faces
of others
the streets
run dry

am I something
am I only
in the dark
I see it in
their stares
blank
I mouth
the words

the song
plays
in my head
"Am I going crazy,
crazy for you,
am I going crazy,
crazy for you"

for you.