Distant Cities

As the echo

perforates

toward the smog

of its own

elliptical center

Emptiness holds

at the grainy core

The static limbs

slung over the bed

The chin tucks away

from the stationary lamp

Clarity hangs

above the topple

of suitcases

From the corner

the deposits

of footsteps

have a film of absence

And the face

peeking from the dresser

is mistaken

for a face on the sidewalk