I am huge.

Entirely insulated and engulfing you
This city is nothing to my appetite.

I chew it up and spit it out.
It's the confetti on my carpet
I let the bricks and bones sit there for days and days.

My teeth are aching.

For the metal and the velvet, the glass windowpanes
That shine deliciously in the afternoon sun
With all the pride and innocence
Of a siren.

The pavement is calling me
From the roof of the high rise, I look down
And imagine the grit and blood
In my mouth.