I wasn’t born here
I was reborn here
steel frenzy you stretch myself
so thin that I disappear

feel the forward
voices like reaching hands
the sun’s a middle finger, yeah
flipping off the ice cream man

I return to the street like a stethoscope
I return to the street like a stethoscope
I can hear the struggle in you speak like a decibel
I’m back and hoping I can listen myself open

listen myself open

I wasn’t born here
I am reborn again and again
I spy a pacifier in a spider web
impaled on an iron fence

I return to the street like a stethoscope
I return to the street like a stethoscope
you’re reaching up a racket underneath of my stethoscope
I’m back and hoping I can listen myself open

voice of static, voice of rise
voice of a dollar, crossed-finger crimes
voice of becoming is amplified
voice of the last blood compromise
thrum of this infinite city of mine
that rat magic make you swoon sometimes
voice of gravity, voice of trial
voice of a teacher, voice of a child