A
rush job dance through this city,
I feel like a stranger
in my place of birth.

These people, like all other people,
in anonymous sing-song harmony,
walk through urban landscapes,
in left-right, right-left b-b-beats.

We follow sequence-steps,
like maps.
A survival trick,
for those who need safety.

This city will swallow me whole.
I cannot dance on these streets.
The only motion,
emotion that I understand-
are the techniques that let me hide.