i imagine that in another city

        i’d be happier

the things out of my reach would fall into my hands

                    like stardust

that you in a slinky dress

     and you at the kitchen table

      and you between crisp white sheets

would be an everyday sight

i imagine that in another city

i am more beautiful

        more charming

            more intelligent

i imagine that in another city

i’d become me

or who i am without the weight of this dead town dragging me down

in another city

i am the same lonely girl

without a home