Geri

I am dark dark. 
Ebony. 
Melanin. 
Not sun-kissed but 
scorched. 
Not moonlight but 
midnight. 

The city has always held me in its arms.

Softly, like a mother does to a child.

At the edge of daylight,

I gaze out over a balcony

and call each structure by name.

My eyes track its movements,

The roof turned into the sky. 

 

My hat loved the wind dearly. 

My hat was infatuated with wind. 

 

The electricity went first. Then, water.